
eyes that see the light
in yours just as clearly as
you see worlds in hers152
infp, life & love, photo, poem & prose
often when reading
one wonders where precisely
light is coming from150
tonight in such a
light as these who or what is
speaking to your soul?SRM – MM Haiku 93 Day 123
Hans Christian Andersen by Anne Grahame Johnstone – see art.co.uk
for MWG
Green velvet smoking jacket
svelte and warm and treasured
since Cambridge
the pool of light that quickened
the grain in his oak desk was
as much a portal for him
into other worlds as was the
oak door through which he entered
his library at every
opportunitySometimes the desk supported
the console of a racing carriage and
at others the cockpit of
a spaceship from the pen of
Leonardo da Vinci and
at others still the pool of light
upon the desk resembled that upon
the spectacles of a tiny Rumpelstiltskin
or the chestnut hair of Lydia
the one and only he’d ever
truly adoredAnd his pen added a carrot-nose
to a snowman fashioned
by his father and the slowing
pace of his seventy-five year
old legs was rejuvenated as
his pen pointed brighter than
candle flame into the
archives of an always fertile mindHis eyes could appear as blank
black discs in a handsome patrician visage
when observed at the desk from
eventide street window but
only because there they gazed
inward, remembering, rejoicing
resurrecting realities borne of
fairy tales of wingéd truthSRM