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Tuesday, 9 January 2024
Over Drinks We Did Not Think of This.( Two Midwinter Poems No.2).
The girl I met at the club is now an Abbess.
She spent nine years alone in a mountain cave
Far above the snowline.
Staying at home - drinking tea and coffee -
I read all the books she has not had time to write.
When the green tea touches my lips I savour mountain air.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
9th. January 2024.
January Houses. Now Completed Poem with Painting. (Two Midwinter Poems No. 1)
The houses are wrapped up warm against the chill;
Just like the people, now snug inside,
Through ice glazed windows
Danced upon by frost/
The sun is just a ball of colour warped by mist and wind.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 9th. - 11th.January 2024.
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