Looking for an image of an eye on the internet, I found they were either medical or female. Is no-one other than optometrists interested in men’s eyes?
Anyway, this poem was sparked by remembering an old photo of me when I was in my early 20s. It’s a poem about appearances – then and now. I’d never claim to be a sage!
When I was young, my eyes were wide like Blake’s,
Pools for some fabulous sea-snake,
But wind and sun and dust and age
Have narrowed them; suspicious sage,
I look out through these guarded slits
With ready, oiled, assembled wits.