Possessed Eyes

[miyako73]

Between glances and stares
When God's angels descend
From dreams to hallucinations,
Their blue is a shy tourmaline
Or a muted lazuli or a topaz,
Dull and meek until December.

When you blink to the rhythm
Of breaths and excited pulse
Upon the prodding of the sun
Or the sudden whiff of the wind,
I see the curls like cut threads
Or halved whorls of insect wings.

I wonder what they keep or hide
From the flash and sheen of light
When you lull and close them:
Nightmares or haunting visions,
The luminous dance of cherubs
Or the long darkness of demons?

[smerdyakov]

Hi miyako73. This one has some rich imagery: "Or a muted lazuli or a topaz,
Dull and meek until December.....Or halved whorls of insect wings....."
I found the poem on the whole to be too dense though - ie, I read it a few times and couldn't make head nor tail of it. I guess I just prefer more direct verse. Still though, some nice flashes of imagery in this. All the best.

[miyako73]

Thanks for reading. Don't over-read it. It's simply about eyes. Maybe you tried to decipher the December part. Blue Topaz is the birth stone for December. Again, I'm just defamiliarizing the familiar.