Tag Archives: eyes
smoked out
She wore dark effusive eye shadow
and eyeliner so thick
her eyes always
looked
sad.
Her lipstick was heavy
and deep red
and always
slightly
smeared.
She only smoked thin cigars,
and these she never clenched
but always left them hanging
just slightly
from her mouth.
by matt at shadow of iris
smoked out
chatter
A bag of potatoes
spilled out on the floor;
a five year old with a marker
drawing a face on each stub;
eyes so real,
I’m left unnerved.
by matt at shadow of iris
chatter
indigo eyes
Whispered secrets of ancient time
hover close the surface;
so that for an instant
and an eternity
there is truth.
Wavering forms float
exotic angels
with helms of overflowing flowers
gold, ruby and pearl
painted faces
indigo eyes
and an ethereal voice
heard inside your chest –
lungs bursting with air
so fresh, it stings;
your heart held
and tortured
in a stasis
exquisite.
– matt at shadow of iris
indigo eyes
and then there was silence
The awful moan of the morning
breaks upon my startled ears,
the black shadows
the sound of a moving thing
a faint rustling
dead leaves;
something gives way
a momentary feeling of nausea
a sharp click
the snapping of a steel wire,
moonlight floods the cave
my own body lies before me
eyes staring out
seeing nothing.
– matt at shadow of iris
and then there was silence
[Inspired by Edgar Rice Burrough's A Princess of Mars.]
on the high cliff
On the high cliff
stands the command
with a face so pure
and so serene
that only the loftiest thoughts
must fill that unwrinkled brow;
yet in those eyes
reflections of a tumult
from down below –
blood that floods the plain
and stains the heath,
warriors dying by the droves
over a strategy hatched
with a glass of sherry.
– matt at shadow of iris
on the high cliff
image
I look at my own image
and wonder
at this shady character;
he’s not the one I see everyday
in my own mind’s eye.
I’m a ghost
hovering among spirits
constantly buoyed
by the wind
of their emotions.
– matt at shadow of iris
image
stare
At times I would catch her
staring at me
from the broken window
in the house next door;
deep brown eyes
set in a pale, lovely face
with long thick black hair
that disappeared
into the shadows;
a shameless stare
relentless
and always
only for me.
– matt at shadow of iris
stare
stay
Esoteric,
inscrutable,
your philosophy.
Is it a mask
for you to hide behind?
Or is it a rubric
trying to show me
the way in?
Caught between
two ideas,
to stay or to go;
to reach out and hold firm
or to say good bye.
Tea leaves
at the bottom of my cup
spell out a three letter word,
run;
chicken bones
rolled like dice
land in the shape
of an arrow
that points away from you;
yet I look in your eyes
and I see past it all
to a place there
in your soul,
and what I see there –
says stay.
– matt at shadow of iris
stay
all the more
Innumerable remarks
censures
all moving in on me
telling me what to believe
about you;
telling me
you’ve lied
and cheated –
but when I see you
standing there in front of me
your eyes so large
and with just a glint
of a tear …
I don’t care what they say
I’ll take you in
again and again
and love you
all the more.
– matt at shadow of iris
all the more
eyes
The third daughter
in large family;
a plain child
and later –
an even plainer woman;
her sole attraction,
large, striking eyes
that drew the whole world
into them;
deep pools of passion
that no man
could ever resist.
– matt at shadow of iris
eyes
