In Synch With Chaos
Eyes of glass
shoot us – we are framed
in silver
or in gold
even tortoise shell,
posed on a mantle shelf.
They stalk us!
We stare at the glare,
drink laughter,
wisdom, life,
buy bargains from the devil,
sell our souls to pay.
They scope us
from the ocean depth,
magnify
the night sky;
read us tales from books in nooks,
sad enough for tears.
We cannot
look away – ignore
the glass eyes
charming us
like cobra
in a myth, watching us sway
in sync with chaos.
Ann Grenier
Posted over on her site Knot in Line
Listed as #57 over on Magpie Tales 68
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