Trevor J Potter's Art: Thinking of Nina Hamnett. (Revised).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Thinking of Nina Hamnett. (Revised).: Your body draped across the spiked railings, A sleeping bag heavy with broken dreams Dropped from a bedroom window. - Drama was always your ...

Not in MY Name.

Protesting against the career of Boris Johnson,

First as London Mayor then as the British Prime 

Minister responsible for wrecking the economy

and moral standing of his country through Brexit

and the attacks on human rights, merely to foster

his own personal interest. This is a graffiti style

panel slowly created over twelve years of outrage,

anger and growing despair. I do not like this as

a piece of art, but it relates how I feel about the

degradation of my once vibrant country. Sadly it

seems that ugly events create an ugly response. Oh

bring back Atlee  and Bevan. Oh bring back the

creative vigour of the 1960`s and the early 2000`s. 

This pastel shows the despair I have felt during these dark soulless years. 

Trevor J Potter's Art: September Poem. (Completed & with picture).

Trevor J Potter's Art: September Poem. (Completed & with picture).:                            She loved me                                                  and in September She wore the curling leaves in...

Driving at Speed Through a German Wood.( Newly Completed Poem).

Driving at speed through a German wood.

Sunlight flashing between tall trees

Sudden glints of white steel

That hurt my eyes as I stare through straight lines

Of these sky breaching pine trees.

The flat blue calm of a distant lake

Offers peace where only speed seems relevant

As we climb towards our sunless destination

High above the tree line.

There only the turbulence of rock and cloud await us.

There even the pines seem small.

Driving at speed through a German wood

The living world appears an after thought,

Only the road ahead is real.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

August 30th. - 31st. - September 7th.2022.

Strange Dreams

 

Bank Holiday Paintings.

A visit to the gallery

Made my day

 

After The War, A Child`s View of Events.( Completed Poem).

The morning after hostilities ceased

Our home could no longer contain

The memories we had made there

During the black out

And the years of hopeless waiting,

Even the wind moved on tip toe

Through the rooms and hallway,

And the tick of the clock had muffled itself somehow.

Afraid to make a noise, we played hop scotch in the

                                                                           street,

Awkwardly balancing on cold      bare      feet.

 Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

August 20th. - September 7th.  2022.