Hijab Poem by Mark Heathcote

Do her eyelids bat & her cheekbones blush?
Do they have their own, indigo embargo?
Which way do her almond eyes look?
Beneath her veil an impromptu, shush.
But do they look inwardly happy?
Or are they filled with bittersweet sorrow?
Do they share a glint of sunlight?
Or is they like sallow moonlight pale
What colour even are her precious eyes
Most likely they'll be brown in pigment,
And not almond-shaped but round
Isn't it intriguing how we avoided gazing?
In each other's eyes as though we all
Have on our very own two-tier bridal veil
Aren't-yet, willing to walk down that wedding aisle.