Tuesday, 3 October 2023

Saturday, 30 September 2023

Wednesday, 27 September 2023

Trevor J Potter's Art: 3 Poems. A Slip In Time. / Clown Portrait./ Dusk M...

Trevor J Potter's Art: 3 Poems. A Slip In Time. / Clown Portrait./ Dusk M...:                             1 .                  A Slip In Time. I`ve revamped my space to corner some elbow room, From convenience li...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Willow Pattern.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Willow Pattern.: I am this shadow You cannot hold me Only observe the outline Transformed into birds We soar high above the arched bridge Into the w...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Black Madonna (Revised Version).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Black Madonna (Revised Version).: Black Madonna Scarred hands and twisted arms Carved in ebony Boy child Created with the same ferocity That replicated her beauty Str...

Saturday, 23 September 2023

The Felling of the Sycamore, Hadrian`s Wall September 2023. (Revised Poem),


In the cold still dark
They crept out with saws, knives and axes
To cut down the sacred sycamore.

Even owls were silent,
And foxes ran their errands among the furrowed rocks
With the instinct of the hunted smelling fear.

The harvest moon sheltered in a gauze sleeve of cloud,
Intensifying the darkness and the stillncss.
The blades began to bite while the vandals quietly laughed.

Soon they were gone, speeding down cold tarmac on hot wheels.
The headlights of oncoming cars and lorries
Blanking out the hills, the fields: the stars.

In the morning when the hikers found the sacred tree was down
It seemed that even the Roman stones were desolate with mourning. 


Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 
30th. September 2023.


 

Thursday, 21 September 2023

Autumn Equinox.(A Poem and Two Pictures).







Today is the Autumn Equinox.
Multitudes of butterflies rising up from the gardens,
Scintillating patterns on their spreading wings
Remind me of the vibrant scarves at Carnival
Lifted high to wave a fond farewell
To summertime, the frenetic inconsistencies
Of a season more turbulent than spring or winter.
The multi coloured patterns on the carnival wings
Are like the flaming leaves that soon shall fall
As daytime becomes an obscure glimpse of light, quickly fading.

In a week or two I shall start to wear my wind proof coat,
Heavy and dull as the clouds lumbering out of the west.
By then I should be accustomed to the sodden greys and greens,
Bright colours reappraised as wishful thinking.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 
September 21st. 2023.

Winter Night.