Coruscating Hazle

My eyes pierce your shame spilling on the brink,

Stirring up dark memories they once had to see.

Staring into space; brown, gold, and green I blink.

Held in unwell arms, baby dressed in pink,

Shouting fists, brutal bedlam within our bitty three.

My eyes pierce your shame spilling on the brink.

Adjusting the mirror, eyes skate across the rink,

“You don’t half look like your mother” he guarantees.

Staring into space; brown, gold, and green I blink.

Incarcerated longing, empty hopes that often shrink,

Sempiternal loss, connection out at sea.

My eyes pierce your shame spilling on the brink.

He ignores my many calls, his temper on the blink,

“I did not like your gaze” he bellows out to me.

Staring into space; brown, gold, and green I blink.

Overgrown strength, iridescently I outthink,

Burnt woes of a deepened soul, shipwrecked debris.

My eyes pierce your shame spilling on the brink,

Staring into space; brown, gold, and green I blink.