This poem by Society member Clive Eastwood was selected for our Folio #74 in 2020.
Eye to Eye
There have been many things for which
I didn’t weep, but latterly
all it takes is a stiff east breeze,
a few degrees of frost and tears flow
– down one cheek at least
for only the left eye cries: half is sad
or overjoyed whilst the rest mooches on.
Age perhaps, though is that anything
to cry about? As if, going for a paper,
I’m weeping for the pigeons, the grubby
redness of the pillar box
or the puddle I have to step over.
I dab at the eye with a glove
so the young woman in the shop
won’t feel obliged – though of course
she’ll smile the same perfunctory Hi!
whichever side I present. Walking back
the watery eye still waters whilst the right,
reminded of the woman’s untouchable
auburn hair, now too begins to grow moist.
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A well told descriptive poem about the common problem of dealing with Age, and nostalgia, with hidden regrets. Good use of everyday objects to describe difficult ageing eyesight, and reluctant realisation.