Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

Glass

by Charlotte Beard

I gave you a kaleidoscope so you could see the world.
That is the plot. 
Your cylindrical gaze rose
over the desert, still you saw a mosaic of glass, 
complimentary colors,
all yellow and purple.

Your brain saw
through the optic nerve
that travels amidst rods and cones
past the blind spot
into the tube off of the mirrors
directly at the flowering glass all
because of the sun.

I saw that flat sands rising in uninteresting humps
on the dry surface. 
Your shoes, brown and tearing at the sides, 
covered in little bits of string.
 

Added: 25.03.2009

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