Love Story.(Completed Poem).

Love seemed so real that night -

The stars above us -

Your tent stowed away -

Your single sleeping bag

Big enough for two.

Even the foxes 

Seemed our friends that night

As they sauntered deftly by,

The gentle horses shuffling;

The moon a frozen tear.

Back here at home, under the old slate roof,

Although six miles distant from city lights

And the clamour of subway stations,

Truth is so much harder to know.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 

31st. March 2023. 

May 4th. 2023.

My Windblown Age. Poem and Painting.(Revised).

Crossing the path between March and 

                                                    April

An unexpected gust of turbulent wind

Lifts the wreckage of my smoke white hair

Raggedly into a halo,

Backlit by the sun.

I take a selfie - then wince at the result -

No scarecrow could ever look as wild as I do

This blustery morning - the dawn birds 

                             disallowing the quiet

I had lately learned to cherish

In the wintry months

When I sat nose deep in books.

I laugh at my preposterous appearance

Recorded far too candidly by my camera, then 

                                   swipe it quick to trash.

When I was young I was often neater and sprucer 

                    than any Pre- Raphaelite Angel.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 

30th. March 2023.

The Urban Prisoner.- Red Political / Red Mystical 1 & 2 Four Paintings.

 

Three Images and a Poem.

March 15th. 2023. Mixed Weather.

 

Spring Weather. 4 Zen Paintings.

Cold March Morning. (Pictures and Poem)..

 
Cold clear day,

Neither Spring nor Winter;

Matchwood, ash and embers

Spread like memories on melting snow

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 

11th. March 2023.