Back of my hand (9th June, 2010)
I wrote your name on the back of my hand
with eyeliner, so I wouldn’t forget;
you know how I am; memory lane twists
and turns, if only I hadn’t learnt the
nuances of your face, become attached.
We draw our lives with fingers dipped in gold,
our heart-lines close until disconnection
becomes harder than it should. We stay for
reasons we make up: for the children; for
the promises we made; echoes of love.
Ghosts of disapproval lurk in corners
of our minds; tongue-tied, with my startled eyes,
I watch you raise the back of your hand, but
cannot read the lines that you have drawn deep
into the skin, so deep it taints your blood.
This hurts me more than it should. It is not
the force with which you hit: it is the weight
of your betrayal; the fire in your heart
which once burned for and not against; our life
fracturing in the light; the gold line crossed.
Jennifer Pickup
Comments
Tornado | June 9, 2010 - 13:51
Very Powerful. I liked the line: "We stay for reasons we make up.."
insertponceyfre... | June 9, 2010 - 14:33
Echoing what Tornado says; I think I'll come back and read this again. I'm glad you posted it
MistakenMagic | June 9, 2010 - 15:11
Love these lines:
'We draw our lives with fingers dipped in gold'
and
'Ghosts of disapproval lurk in corners
of our minds; tongue-tied, with my startled eyes,'
Just brilliant and beautifully sinister! Great to be reading poetry of yours again ;)
Magic xxx
jennifer | June 9, 2010 - 20:16
Hey, thank you so much for your comments, folks. I haven't written a poem in such a long time - time, mainly, being the issue - I've been concentrating on work and writing song lyrics for a friend, this just slipped out!
Glad you all approve!
J x
tcook | June 11, 2010 - 11:23
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Cavalcaderl | June 13, 2010 - 14:15
New Jennifer
Congratulations on the cherry!
and chosen for Poem of the week also
Facebook and Twitter pick of the day.
We draw our lives
with fingers dipped in gold,
our heart-lines close until disconnection
becomes harder than it should.
We stay for reasons we make up:
for the children;for
the promises we made up;echoes of love.
Really enjoyed,moving,romantic beautiful poem.
Nice to hear from you again.I see your very
busy.
julie xx
Dynamaso | June 17, 2010 - 07:18
Been away for a bit and came back to this wonderful poem. Top work, Jen.
kuno-chan | July 19, 2010 - 06:40
love it!
----Kuno-Chan----