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This Poet's Hands

Posted by MistakenMagic on March 30, 2009 - 20:33
from the ABC set Conversation With My Thirteen-Year-Old Self

My thumb, tectonic plate with a scar,
sitting quietly like Australia.

Burns spread across my index finger;
quilt, dream-catcher.

A freckle winks from the left-hand corner
of my palm. A signature.

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Comments

Nathan Bednarek | March 30, 2009 - 22:04

Volumes, volumes of thoughts in such a short piece. Well done, amazing work!

jfunt | March 30, 2009 - 23:38

Poignant, and to the point was it woven...

Dynamaso | March 31, 2009 - 04:43

A word portrait, captured with minimal strokes. Excellent work.

Silver Spun Sand | March 31, 2009 - 08:22

Magic, Magic;-)

MistakenMagic | March 31, 2009 - 09:21

*gasps* Wow! So many lovely comments - thank you everyone! ;)

Magic xxx

threeleafshamrock | March 31, 2009 - 16:31

Hmmm, is that cherries that I smell? Well done Magic, class act!

Chris XX

jennifer | April 1, 2009 - 10:47

You paint with words. It amazes me.

J x

MistakenMagic | April 1, 2009 - 16:58

Thank you Chris and Jen! Seems you've sniffed out the cherries Chris ;)

Magic xxx

Curse of 222 | April 2, 2009 - 23:07

i'm with jennifer...you are an artist.

jason

MistakenMagic | April 3, 2009 - 07:47

Thank you Jason ;) You know I used to favour art above poetry - couldn't stop scribbling, but then the poetry took over. It's nice to think that a little piece of the artist has found it's way through!

Magic xxx