The Seeing Eye

by Agnes Clarke

The seeing eye they call it, the thing that tortured me

Sitting there and staring with curiosity

Menacing eyes that follow obnoxious and obscene

Like a phantom of the night life to haunt my every dream


No laughing now, as on the day, for its silly charm I fell

Languishing there in the Junk shop casting that evil spell

In my mind a traffic light with eyes of vivid blue

A little piece of trivia to theorize anew


A miscellaneous object bought upon a whim

No thought for hurt or consequence following within

Attached securely in pride of place that eye it looked around

As a mistress rules her castle its home at last had found


My every move was monitored and judged with scrutiny

No privacy or privilege this guise was here with me

In fear I wandered lonely while this soulless gawking ghoul

Wreaked havoc with a mind disturbed the domicile of a fool


Awakening from my prison like dawn the light appeared

A patch of black would blind that eye and sight would disappear

No-one will know the pleasure that pail of paint did bring

Now within the dustbin that eye cannot see a thing

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Writers Bio

I am a retired housewife and grandmother of Jacob

I have been writing poetry for quite a few years

I enjoy the challenge of writing my verse

Especially from pictures

I live in Lisburn N Ireland and have been married for 49 years

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