The Poetry Corner

Green Eye Shields

By Paul Cameron Brown

I have stars drying in my eyes. Heavy seas, in wind. They have sealed me from the heavy dragging sockets, otherwise my green eye shields. I have scars all over my eyes, to bear the horrible imaginings that try to come through. The horror of being alive. The crusty scenes that pry into trees glide down, touch me, a glitter of awful gold steals me, in its triumph of glow.