DEBORAH ROSE GREEN

Young Author, Poet and Dreamer!

One Hundred Eyes

It’s a curse to have one hundred eyes,
To see the truth and see the lies.

One hundred suns set, one hundred suns rise,
Heroes flock to me for my advice.

My hundred eyes make me wise
And foolish mortals idolise.

Zeus is born. Coronus dies.
None of this is a surprise.

I see too much. I’m big in size.
Olympic gods demonize,

A giant to immobilize.
They send Hera to terrorize,

Agonize and fossilize,
Pulverize and traumatize.

But we make a compromise.
I will not die, I’ll just downsize;

Become a bird to recognise.
Blue and green feathers mesmerize.

I’ll live amongst the butterflies.
With nature I will harmonise

And wisdom I will symbolise.
With all one hundred of my eyes.