Paranoid poem

We see faces everywhere, literally and figuratively – it can be fun but I recall as a very small child being shy of a stranger’s gaze. to the point of having to hide. Taken from the Wellcome exhibition I constructed this diptych and the following lines ensued, in alliterative form:

Pity the poor paranoid
packaged up with people
part mask, part humanoid
prying through the pineal

Seeing the personified
pareidolia emoticon
til psychosis predisposed
puberty’s phenomenon

Peering, peeking, open eyes
panic stricken after birth
persecution in the gaze
purgatory is hell on earth

see. pareidolia (par-i-DOH-lee-a)

The image summoned the existential catchphrase of Sartre’s ‘L’enfer, c’est les autres’ (Hell is other people). Not a pretty sight but still am joining in with Poetry Pantry on Sunday.


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