Monday, 17 August 2020
Trevor J Potter's Art: Two Love Poems.(1) Wild Ponies.(Revised Version). ...
Trevor J Potter's Art: Two Love Poems.(1) Wild Ponies.(Revised Version). ...: 1 . Wild Ponies. (Revised Version). Riding unbridled ponies across cold fields, The wind sc...
Saturday, 15 August 2020
English Gypsy Music.
True flamenco comes only from Andalusia,
My Roma friends have a different kind of music,
A fierce unaccompanied cry into the unforgiving wind,
Into the rainy nights of England.
But then the gypsy is honoured on the hard streets of
Granada;
The duende stinging the soul as they clap and whirl,
Eyes glittering - dark - lit by Pluto`s fire.
In London the gypsy is outcast, an almost invisible
stranger,
A refugee from a thousand years of sorrow,
Christ`s cruel nails hammered through flesh and sinews.
But the songs of these English outcasts are also fierce
with duende,
The plight of the sword pieced bull is also in this music,
But there are no exhortations to Allah -
no thunder of heels on hard wood,
Just the voice of a solitary woman - crying into the rain.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter. August 14th. 2020.
My Roma friends have a different kind of music,
A fierce unaccompanied cry into the unforgiving wind,
Into the rainy nights of England.
But then the gypsy is honoured on the hard streets of
Granada;
The duende stinging the soul as they clap and whirl,
Eyes glittering - dark - lit by Pluto`s fire.
In London the gypsy is outcast, an almost invisible
stranger,
A refugee from a thousand years of sorrow,
Christ`s cruel nails hammered through flesh and sinews.
But the songs of these English outcasts are also fierce
with duende,
The plight of the sword pieced bull is also in this music,
But there are no exhortations to Allah -
no thunder of heels on hard wood,
Just the voice of a solitary woman - crying into the rain.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter. August 14th. 2020.
Wednesday, 12 August 2020
The Rocking Horse Moon
Peach coloured waning moon
Rocking horse ridden through deep deep space
Only the rockers illuminated
Only the peach coloured rockers glisten
The black muzzled horse and the black cloaked rider
Invisible to my half blind eye
As I track the trajectory of the moon
Through antiquated opera glasses
There is no Man in the Moon I mutter
There is no horse on peach coloured rockers
But the child in my dreams is weeping rose petals
The child in my dreams is too sad to weep tears
Meanwhile the moon slowly wanes to a sliver
Beneath the bridle of the black cloaked rider
Trevor John Karsavin Potter
August 12th. 2020.
This may or may not be a childrens poem.
Monday, 10 August 2020
Trevor J Potter's Art: The One Tun, Part Eight. New Rewritten Version.
Trevor J Potter's Art: The One Tun, Part Eight. New Rewritten Version.: Devon blue. The sunlight frisking flecks of dazzle across the waves. Torbay placid, the yachts gently bobbing, Moses Cradles resting on the ...
Saturday, 8 August 2020
Trevor J Potter's Art: The One Tun, Part Three.
Trevor J Potter's Art: The One Tun, Part Three.: The pub was from time to time visited by a Gypsy girl, a black haired beauty I once nearly married. I shall name her Jill, her Roma name is ...
Trevor J Potter's Art: Music is the Heart of Sorrow.
Trevor J Potter's Art: Music is the Heart of Sorrow.: No my friend, Your guitar is just too raucous for such moments, Cutting through the silence of the ...
Trevor J Potter's Art: Four Poems (1) Californian Buddhist Wedding. (2) ...
Trevor J Potter's Art: Four Poems (1) Californian Buddhist Wedding. (2) ...: 1. Californian Buddhist Wedding. (Revised Version). The cicadas in the distant gardens presaged heat. In thos...
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