Wednesday, 9 October 2024
Saturday, 5 October 2024
Thursday, 3 October 2024
Dried Lavender. (Poem).Now Corrected.
I sprinkle a handful of summer into the drawer,
Dried lavender stalks to quell rogue Carpet Moths
That last April ate a whole Tweed jacket
Then ripped into my favourite woolen waistcoat,
Pucker wool sheared close from mountain sheep.
These moths, the most intrusive of my neighbours,
Forensic activists for the immoral majority,
Fascistic to the core,
They break and enter, thieves employing darkness
To wreck beauty with a Puritan`s zeal.
Strange that beauty can also thwart their mayhem.
Lavender is the loveliest plant in my garden.
This July just passed was a time for love and hope.
A time for new beginnings, for mending what was broken;
For lighting up dark rooms with my garden`s riches.
This handful of summer is the perfume of memory.
To safeguard all my yesterdays I fill the house with flowers.
More perfectly than man made things they brighten up my life.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
2nd. - 3rd. October 2024.
Wednesday, 25 September 2024
Sunday, 22 September 2024
Thursday, 12 September 2024
The Murmuration, (A Poem and Painting)..
We stood hand in hand, observing a murmuration;
A cloud of starlings dancing a wave of perfect motion.
That evening we first understood the simplicity of love.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
September 12th. - 13th.- 14th. 2024.
Sunday, 8 September 2024
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