Hi there! I hope you enjoy this poem I wrote this evening. As always, I would love feedback on my work, so if you have a minute then leave a comment down below with your thoughts! Also check out my twitter for updates on my writing life and all the joys of university essay writing…
Enjoy!
Tell me
The history that lies in the palms of your hands;
Tell me
The story behind every scratch and graze,
Every callous and tear, let me know
How your hands have made the world
Come to life before you;
Show me,
How they have moved mountains, the strength
In your knuckles;
Show me
The most delicate movements of your fingertips,
Lightly brushing ivory keys, or molding art
Out of nothing, creating
Something;
Tell me
Yourself, in your hands, that I might
Take one step closer towards
Knowing you.
For your palms are ancient, and carry
The weight of your world,
Your hands
Are soft and strong, lined and smooth,
Delicate, and harsh;
And in the lines engraved upon them I would read
Your truth,
If you would let me.
A Teacup Full of Stories 