The Eyes Have It

 Mag 136 is playing with our minds this week, as an opulent swirl at centre stage dazzles us with colour. But all is not what it seems...thanks to Tess and David Salle.

 

Look hard and you'll see
how this came to be -
a flip and a stretch,
et voila! A new sketch.

Hands up all those
who would not suppose
two faces would stare,
under pink or blue hair?

War Baby

from an original photo by iMac, with many thanks

I came from a wailing siren:
from bomb-blast air:
from searchlights streaking black-lead sky
as dragon flames burned the stars.

I came from a salt spray wind,
while warships rippled silver trails
through calm seas,
or climbed storm mountains.

I came from a close-knit fear,
from family sardine squeezed into a shelter
where humour blanketed horror
and spread a kind of calm.

Linked to The Poetry Pantry today, and IGWRT on Monday.