WHERE NO EYE WAS

WHERE NO EYE WAS

A horse from the past

Haunts here

Where I live.

Open to its wild charges.

I shiver with fear;

For nothing is safe anymore.

 

Most terrible of all –

Its one-sided vision.

One brown eye-jewel

Complemented by

And here’s the shock:

Nothing

And nothing is safe anymore.

 

Round the socket

No spanner could fit

A gouged hole

Gathering-place for flies.

 

Lucky children pointed

Where no eye was,

Thanking sweet fortune

For a future boast.

 

Then raw blindness turned my way,

Mocking sight,

Twanging the optic nerve,

More than I could bear.

 

Yes, a horse haunts within,

Its story a dark secret;

One half of the meadow

Is lush and green, the rest unseen.

AC

1985 redrafted May 2015     horse head


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