Ian Souter Poet Free verse

She Opened Her Eyes

She Opened Her Eyes

She passed the three gates of:
truth, doubt then honesty:

She was lost.
Was she lost?
Lost was she!

It was September, a rare, red robin
bobbin on the limb of a branch.
A click of her fickle fingers, 
a flash of feather and it vanished.
She should have been born a robin;
one flick of a fidgeting fingernail
and she would have evaported too.

She was alone on waters of calm;
alone on storms of turbulence…unchaperoned!
Her vision blurred, her thoughts unclear,
unsure of the next step on life’s undulating path.
Out of kilter, out of sequence, out of tune
but she’d always preferred a subordinate role;
slightly blurred was always best for her.

Then, once again, a stranger drifted around her,
wearing attraction like a favoured jacket,
personality spraying intensely from him;
control at his lingering, fingering tips.
In time she handed him her vulnerability,
proffering up her fragile heart
which had been reblown in glass.

Here she was again, swallowed by dominance
until strength of moral direction anaesthetized his toxicity. 
Hope now swam serenely, calmly beside her
so, she opened her eyes and rode a wave of opportunity
where her future beckoned in a new direction.
Finally, she had discovered her true self,
contended she passed through the three gates again:

She was thankfully.
Was she thankfully?
Thankful was she! 


Ian Souter

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