This odious slander pains my heart
Commodious, strangled ,sore we part.
Invented words and meanings seen
Where my heart has never been.
When evil is conceived to spite
In the darkness with no light
I’d like to tell you,save your breath
The vision ‘s created by your wrath.
Children fear those faces seen
In flowered wallpaper and in dreams
Some see monsters,some see elves
All conceived by their own self.
If imagined demons writhe
In the corners of the mind
Hard indeed to be secure,
To wrest from fantasy its power.
And to feel that others lie
When your image they defy.
Yet to a mountain, lions are nought
A gazelle in fear is caught.
Images odious or pure
Must be shared by human viewers
Like awakening from a dream
We realise we need not scream.
Though sometimes Pollyana’s ways
Must to anxious fear give way.
Life is good and life is bad
Double vision is not sad