Creative Writing | May 2018

Would you look at that, another poem. It's been nice, writing stuff again after so long of just not bothering - and even though I don't think my poems are anything special, it's nice to document them on here. This one is loosely about wanting what you can't have but really not about anything much at all.

Your eyes are green

"O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on" - William Shakespeare

I heard that the sky is in love with
your eyes, which is funny because
the sky is blue and pink and orange
and purple depending on what time

of day it is, and your eyes are green
all of the time. We always seem to
want something out of reach, don't we, 
and the sky wants you. It opens itself

up to you at night, damp and navy, 
speckled with silver, listening with 
intent to your stories from here, there 
and everywhere - about him, about

her, about them. It whispers back to you,
tell me more, impatient to know every 
detail and bask in your excitement. You
laugh and the sky laughs back, because

it loves the way your face lights up the
dark more than the sun ever could,
and the way those green eyes make
rainbows every afternoon.