SHARDS IN HER EYES
In the briefest of glittering glances
I spy the shards in her eyes.
Crystalline inclusions in the ice-blue iris;
vitreous splinters
rip-reflecting, slash-refracting;
scatter spitting pyrotechnic slivers
of shattered psychic spectra
shredded sensations
and scattered semblances
of sybaritic reality.
Amid the debris of these clinical incisions:
reflected? Yes; refracted? Yes
I perceive a passing glimpse
of reconstructed ancient cruelties
past born and present pressed
into servile slavery.
Her intent is cut glass clear.
In that mere second’s glance,
less any scintillating second chance,
there were shards in her eyes
and one of them was me.
A contest entry
- Spark by zochit2me.
1375 points, ended June 12, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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You are sharp
as ever you were. I love what you write but I think we might hate each other!! x -
Interesting poem with some nice tongue twisting alliteration in it.
Thank you for entering and best of luck
Becky
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