Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Hands

More sketch than sonnet,
her spun sugar hands
faint with freesia
and the latest need met.
She is my soft path
past all regret.
She is the high road
I've never taken.

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

12 comments:

Stacie Eirich said...

Love this. Sensual & beautiful, spare yet full. Thanks for sharing.

Kerry O'Connor said...

The hands reveal so much of a person's life experience.. I love the spun sugar image here.

brudberg said...

I can almost hear the whisper from those spun sugar hands... wonderul

Fireblossom said...

The semi-sweet side of MZ. I love this.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I think she is your little one - very well done.

Magaly Guerrero said...

"spun sugar hands"

So sweet and enthralling. Something about the image makes me want to look behind the words...

Sioux said...

The "spun sugar hands" and those last two lines... Gorgeous.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"She is my soft path past all regret." So beautiful....as is that shining girl of whom you write.

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

touching of hands. a soft and tender link to the body's soul

lovely

Marian said...

Love this. That path/past turn is just wonderful.

Yvonne Osborne said...

"Spun sugar hands"....makes me think of my Grandma. Sweet.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Freesias made me think of my Grandma. But I had never thought of her as sensual. Was she once, I wonder?