a poem: square-eyed

i'm back! i hope you've had a lovely weekend. i've been stuck at my (humongous) desk this weekend with an overgrowing pile of coursework folders and pieces of scrawled-on paper. but i have written a poem - a very haphazard poem - written in a super short time by a super sleepy beth. i hope you enjoy, nonetheless.

{i'm over the moon to mention that this is trending over at hello poetry.. please pop over if you're there too!)

S Q U A R E - E Y E D

my mum used to joke

    that my eyes would turn square

 if i looked at pixels too long.

i remember the scare

that my pupils would bend

into inky black stamps,

and my retinas bleached

from the machinery glow.

that i would wander the streets

only for children to point
and scream

while their own mothers tutted

'you still want that playstation

for christmas?'

now i'm grown up

and that vision has died,

as the streets are all littered

with others, square-eyed.

i can imagine their

xylophone skeletons as

their fingers tap fast

on the tiny blue screens;

it's no wonder we aren't

very good with

eye contact.

so

i'm sorry mum,

we've all been entrapped

in this pixellated blur

of technological time lapse.

 and i guess all these

square pegs can't fit

into the round holes

that they used to be,

in a world that we cannot

remember.

-

goodnight,

beth x
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