we only saw something
when his sleeve
rode up from his wrist
just a little higher
that's where
the skin on his hand
turned into black-ink night
with stars here and there
that twinkled
like a throw of glitter
when he saw we were watching
he went a little bit red
made a cough
and a movement
that ended with him tugging
that sleeve down
a little lower
he smiled at the corner
of his mouth
sort of wry as though to say
you caught me out
so I best be going
and he was gone
almost before we noticed
I really don't remember
exactly how he looked
I can't visualise the cut
or how long his hair was
but I recall the way
he wore the stars on his arm
on the night
when the sleeve of his shirt rode
just a little bit higher
~
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Author:
Frank Prem (
Offline) - Published: November 4th, 2017 02:37
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Good write Frank.
Thanks O. Glad you enjoyed. We could all do with something sparkly up our sleeves.
He was embarrassed by the tattoo on his wrist? Odd, but a great poem Frank.
Hadn't actually thought about tats, AP. I was aiming for actual stars.
Cheers.
oh, ok. Even better.
Sounds like you outed a star person disguised as a human. Lot of them around these strange days. Enjoyable poem, Frank!
Exactly so, Louis. Thank you.
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