Another great poem by my friend Ivor Steven!
Oh my shield,
A secret hides.
The mask in the mirror,
Isn’t my image.
Just a shadow,
A veneer so thin,
The fogs seeping in.
Onto my mask’s
Deepest sockets.
Oozy false lashes,
And salty they burn
Scaly wrappings,
Grotesquely etched.
So camouflage remains.
A ceremonial face,
Oversees my disguise.
Soaring aloft,
Over oceans and skies.
A star traveler,
Old and wise.
And Who am I,
Alien eyes.
Ivor Steven.