A Prophetess’s Eyes
For Charles Randall Stanfield
Her eyes were deep clairvoyant blue but streaked
With selfishness, a kind of hate, that stabbed
The hearts around her. They were like the beaked
Face eagles have when talons have just grabbed
Their victims. Eyes like those, two-toned and with
A cruel pride, were like a starburst of
A blue star giant causing ageless myth.
Mere Venus turned into a third-rate love
Divinity. Elizabeth became
The explanation why most precious gems were made
By God. She put harsh emeralds to shame.
Her eyes were where blue new born stars all strayed
Because her face’s gravity was dark
In power. Its hue was like a great blue shark.