COLOR OF OUTDOORS

Small Hands

Posted in Poetry by Mandy Joy Poole on 24/08/2014

Soundtrack: The National – Boxer (Album)

I look at these small hands
brilliant hands
hands I thought were big until I
compared –
put them up against the big black sky
forgetting why
I was here.
These small hands
write their way off the page
bleeding rage
sometimes flowers.
Let’s find common ground
inside this black inkwell
with our small hands
holding fast
forgetting why..

M.

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  1. redgladiola said, on 07/09/2014 at 12:28 AM

    Lovely! ❤

  2. Mandy Joy Poole said, on 07/09/2014 at 5:40 PM

    Thank you 🙂


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