Raptor – by Sharon Larkin


That pupil has seen things
too dark for daytime company.
It pierces social skin,
pinpoints indiscretions
long covered over,
targets acts you chose to hide
beneath layers of pitch.

Deeds at night
find affinity in the depths
of the dilating dot. Do not let
the bluish glow fool you.
It is trompe l’oeil.
There is no enlightenment
in the heart-shaped face.

There, loveless core meets beak,
poised to incise and slice.
That face has an eye

for an eye.



Sharon Larkin’s poems have appeared in anthologies (Cinnamon Press, Eyewear Publishing, Indigo Dreams Publications), in magazines (Prole, Obsessed with Pipework, Here Comes Everyone) and online (Ink, Sweat and Tears, Clear Poetry, The Stare’s Nest).  She regularly performs in Gloucestershire, is Chair of Cheltenham’s Arts Council and Poetry Society and has an MA in Creative and Critical Writing.  Website: here

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s