Child's Eyes

When I read Othello with my child’s eyes, I saw a master’s artistry at work; Foul, devil plots, a hopeless love, a monster created but refused. Victims and sinners alike debased, I saw worlds crushed and a giant fall. Convinced of character and poetic muse, I was led through vague words to light passages. When I read Othello with my adult eyes, I saw an artist bargaining with his theme; His faceless blocks moved to a sympathy Mass, Searching for learning I found divested acts, all meaning and diversity consumed; My awareness full, so was I then led back and the subject failed. As I reflect the reading of Othello: two journeys made, one path to follow; A world was opened through my child’s eyes, for adult eyes to swallow.