One Poem by Anthony Watts


          Not love, but unlove’s blind:
behind its cataracts dim shadows breed
and populate a phantom world of dull
comparisons – while love, with x-ray sight,
pierces the veil, reveals the miracle.

               Not beauty, but old age is skin
deep: under its deceitful mask still gleams
the eternal spark – the fire beneath the frost.
The girl you are shows clearly in your eyes
and my twenty-year-old’s heart is lost, is lost.


Anthony Watts has been writing ‘seriously’ for over 40 years. He has won prizes and had poems published in magazines and anthologies. His latest collection is Stiles . Anthony’s  main interests are poetry, music and walking.

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