Hearty Hands

HEARTY HANDS

Hands

Long fingers

Thin fingernails

Long fingernails

Slight or missing pieces

and parts

Wide palms - strong

Dinted and bulky

Made of history

Made of making

Preserved by the music

Courageous in the gardens filthy splendour

Hands

Sweet, small, tiny and new

Curled around columns attached to the makers

Searching for whole love

And the needy comfort of home

Soft hands and dancing beauties

Grown hands, sturdy and there and open

Cracked pathways, soft maps from before

Lovely advertisement hands or…

Quirky little different ones

With personality.

Hands with red rivers of life underneath

Veins that want to remember and be more...

Grown hands

or absolutely no hands at all

Replacement hands that didn’t replace anything as important as

heart hands.

Heart hands

inside you

with you

from everyone who loves

Like a million feathered wings

Made of fingers and palms and ruby red rivers

Like the Claddagh’s

Made a million wins

That money couldn’t buy.

Heart hands

Always there

With rooms

for new homes.

Heart hands 

Are your hands 

Are beautiful hands 

Important hands 

in love hands 

in more hands than one. 

Pastel

That place

where the light goes soft focus

And all with less edges

And all with pastel and confetti

Like gelati by the beach

In a holiday cocoon

That slows clocks and

Calls birds to soar and play

I love it there.

That place

with the tiniest heart flickering new

Made by two

Then many

Sweet coo hello

In the hullabaloo  of life

That remembers circles

And roundabouts

At the fair…..

I love it there too.

That place with skin

That folds into soft

Histories and doesn’t

Need to be stretched

Backwards or fixed

Into position

That says I’ve travelled

A long way

And done so much

I’m proud and I’m

Still alive and I know much more

Than before

I want to go there on a boat made of remembering

And adventures more.

That place that feels like gentle boomerangs

In slow motion

Made of feathers and flights and reply

That picks you up and spins you round

and makes you feel so much better.

I love it there

I love it there too.

I’d send you there too if I knew how

So here’s the best I could do

Only to say look up

The sky is lilac when you wait for sundown

The sun is lemon when the clouds pass through

The duck egg blue will hatch a new

The apricots are pale in a misty spring

And I am here 

To love you.