Wednesday, 7 September 2022

Tuesday, 6 September 2022

Unsettled Weather. (Revised).

Ink blue sky.
Houses reflecting the afternoon light
Are whiter than paper.
The late summer heat, solid as marble
Without a single flaw,
Holds me back.
I cannot think - or write - or paint in
                                      this weather,
Clarity of sunlight does not sharpen 
                                   the imagination
Like the onset of summer rain.

Moist grey shadows drift across 
                                            landscapes
Darkened by low cloud.
Mud clogs my shoes, 
But I can walk for miles in such weather,
Observing a revitalized world;
The wind ransacking through tree tops;
Wild water tumultuous in gullies.

This is the world as I love it,
Heartland of the northern gods.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
4th. - 6th. - 7th. September 2022.





Sunday, 4 September 2022

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 ...

Saturday, 3 September 2022

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. 

Thursday, 1 September 2022

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...

Tuesday, 30 August 2022

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.

Winter Night.