Sunday, 17 December 2023

Saturday, 16 December 2023

Dreamtime in West London, December 1965. Poem with Painting. (Revised and Completed).

In the secret depths of your soul
Wild forests stir,
Probe with myriad roots
And wind torn branches
The tangled depths
Of dappled time,
Seeking a new space to shelter in,
Unknown to wolf and rough weather.

There, in the safety of your dreamtime
You sleep, softly breathing beside me;
Your hand, at rest on my shoulder,
Weightless as eiderdown.

The child in your belly is restless, turning as you sleep.
Perhaps she has already taken control of our lives.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 
17th. December 2023. (Poem begun October 1969).



Winter Night.