These hands

Morwenna

When you look at my hands I want you

To wonder where they have been

To look beyond the age spots and wrinkles

To notice the scars as the scars of a life

To know that these hands have been lived in.

 

They’re a voice from earlier decades

Whispering

            Vibrating

                        Reverberating

 

A recording etched in the grooves of my skin

While the whorls of my fingerprints, there from my birth

Are overwritten and smoothed as they move towards death.

  • Author: Morwenna (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 14th, 2022 13:04
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  • Morwenna

  • Doggerel Dave

    Woah Morwenna! I know wot's not far away, but I'll contemplate it's arrival in my own time, thank you!
    My hands are as smooth as silk, (I use a moisturiser) and thankfully, they don't give anything away......😊
    Doesn't mean I don't like your poem - I do!

    • Morwenna

      Big smile. Yeah, moisturiser. It doesn't work, does it. The skin doggedly ages regardless. (Sorry. I couldn't resist it.) Thanks for your comment.

    • L. B. Mek

      Brilliant!

      • Morwenna

        Wow! Thanks! I've just read your July 15th poem and love it so much.

        • L. B. Mek

          thank you! we all get lucky once in a while
          wish i was up north
          london's reaching hellish heat levels
          help! lol
          🥵



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