I shade over the creases in lilac eye shadow.
I can’t wipe the lilac away. I want to see the
colour shine in broad daylight.
The pansies look the same in the garden,
same shade, same faced mirages; they ought
to stretch their arms or they’ll always have the
same view of the garden, sitting in the same soil
with the same neighbours – the daffodils that
steal the limelight.
The saffron shade took centre stage on my eyelid
and the pansies, their backing dancers. But they
preferred their lilac reality, private yet still able
to see the light of day.