Are my eyes the same as yours?
Eyes like freckled marbles,
like the wide brown centres of sunflowers,
like pips inside fruit
like open windows diffusing light
Eyes like silver platters that mirror my eyes back at me in an infinite reflection
How can these hard spheres of transparency pushed deep into bone allow me to see you
The eye sees colours
As if it’s a foreign language
As if they are solid 3-dimensional shapes
As if they have personalities attached to them
As if they are the lyrics to a familiar 2016 pop song
Yet I don’t see colours like you see them
The eye recognises emotion
As if it’s labelled in a children’s picture book
As if it’s aware of your own unstable mental state
As if it’s a yellow exaggerated emoji
As if it’s a silent exchange
And yet after all my deliberation,
I don’t see you
not like you see yourself.
Luella (I), Senior Highly Commended
VISION MY WORLD
My world is a world amaranthine imperfection,
A grey lagoon of loneliness in which we all drown,
Or get submerged in because of what we believe,
The colour of our skin or the people we want to see.
It’s a purgatory of torture, discrimination and pain,
Where certain people have more or less to gain.
Whether it’s the gender we have or choose, a disability we posses
Or our family lineage, apparently we stand for less.
This is not a world in which I want to live,
And if I have to, just take away my vision.
I can’t bear to see a flora and fauna like this,
Nor should you, this is not something to dismiss
But when I close my eyes I see a miscellaneous world,
One where everyone thrives as equals, amalgamated.
It’s a vision of bliss, hope and support,
There’s always someone to pull you out of the lagoon.
It’s a perfect vision.
Arabella (M), Junior Winner
To see at night with extra clarity
Make sure the food
You eat is carroty
But if you make
Your meal mushroomier
Then the darkness
Seems much gloomier
Aryan (D), Junior Highly Commended