F: Being A Fool In Your Eyes Poem by Margaret Alice

Watching the new release
of Pride And Prejudice
once again struck by
the restrictions
placed on people back then
the strict self-discipline
the eyes were the only
means to convey
deeper feelings

And I cried
because of your eyes
and mine
conveying an angry message
all too often – whenever
your routine is upset
your face turns into stone
with the coldest eyes

And the tears
I feel welling up
are not allowed
to show on my face
not to appear
a fool
in your
eyes…