Your eyes, he said, aren’t they amazing?
Right now, he said, they’re bright blue as sunny skies and shining.
Yesterday, he said, they were darker, midnight, a stormy sea.
When i met you, he said, they were pale grey and solemn, clouds over the moon.
Usually, he said, they’re the colour of a winter sky, hiding secret power behind the clear icy blue.
And when you fall in love, he said, will they be the colour of a tropical ocean?
Aren’t your eyes beautiful, he said.
They betray you, he said.
Changeling
My mama told me
That sometimes fairies get jealous
And steal human babies
Replacing them with a changeling
A little goblin babe.
I still can’t work out
Which one I am.

