Her Fingers

She holds the cup,
A mystery concealed
In silken skin.
Her hands press down creases,
Unwrinkle frayed nerves
With a bone-deep
Body of knowledge.
Distance has no bearing
On her reach.
I can feel them,
Her fingers,
Pulling at the threads
That tie the engine
To the machine.

She peels the fruit
And talks of wetlands –
A wilderness shared.
The darkness clings
Like cockleburs
As we weave through reeds,
Seeking the altar,
Hunting for higher ground.
We left our shoes by the water
So we could feel our way,
Fleshy sole, earthly rhythm
As the nighttime overwhelms.

She breaks the bread.
Unfettered, her eyes
Could see everything.
Everything.
And she knew us
As we could not.
Passing a plate,
The echoes sound,
A missionary past,
Gardens gone to seed,
The perfecting of the flaw —
All of these hints
Of higher meaning
Draw me along.

She closes her eyes
And,
Always prone to walking dreams,
I traverse salty tear trails,
Yet untouched
By sun nectar
To make these offerings:
A mother’s breast
To lean into,
Aging hands
To pull her from a drift,
Weathered fingers
To untangle knotted hair,
Shoulders bent
To share this,
And a low voice,
Gone gritty with years,
To soothe her sleep
And ease her fears.

She sings the prayers.
The holy dawn –
Two peachfuzz fingers
Dipped in a jar
Of golden honey,
Sticky sweet.
She hands me the skeleton key
And new dreams,
Richly embroidered.
And I would walk these
Thousand miles to her door,
Just to kneel
And kiss her pretty toes.

Shared at the dVerse Poets Pub for Open Link Night, Week 17. (A bit late, but better than never…)

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About Emily

I may or may not have: A. Dirt B. Ink C. Paint D. Wool under my fingernails.

11 responses to “Her Fingers”

  1. brian miller says :

    excellent close…walk a 1000 miles to kneel and kiss her toes…that is beautiful…

  2. Pat Hatt says :

    To have such a longing, true beauty in your verse, nicely done.

  3. Shawna says :

    I really like this section:

    “Distance has no bearing
    On her reach.
    I can feel them,
    Her fingers,
    Pulling at the threads
    That tie the engine
    To the machine.”

  4. claudia says :

    She peels the fruit
    And talks of wetlands –…just two lines of many i love in this poem emily…so beautiful..some so unexpected and so effective…really, really loved it from first line to an uber cool closure..

  5. Mary says :

    Richly crafted. Each verse furthers the poem, and the ending is just perfect!

  6. Joanne Elliott (@soulsprite) says :

    This is wonderful! Such beautiful images. My favorite part:

    She breaks the bread.
    Unfettered, her eyes
    Could see everything.
    Everything.
    And she knew us
    As we could not.
    Passing a plate,
    The echoes sound,
    A missionary past,
    Gardens gone to seed,
    The perfecting of the flaw –
    All of these hints
    Of higher meaning
    Draw me along.

  7. The Orange Tree says :

    she is full of love, wow, walk 1000 miles to kiss her toes, how divine.
    enjoyed it.

  8. manicddaily says :

    So sweet. K.

  9. Shashi (@VerseEveryDay) says :

    Dear Emily

    This is so emotional and with the sense of the loss and parting.. made it more evocative… I could relate to the lines…

    ‘Gardens gone to seed,
    The perfecting of the flaw –
    All of these hints
    Of higher meaning
    Draw me along.’

    … so much.. that is how our lives feel when the time has come to leave… I could feel the angel with her wings hovering around me in this verse… like the underlying thread…

    thanks for sharing…

    Shashi
    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-tears-in-rain.html

  10. zumpoems says :

    Wonderfully crafter poem! Very appropriate approach to structure with the re-occuring “she” starting each stanza, keeping focus on the subject.

    Very nicely done!

  11. chanzibrenner says :

    this reminds me of my grandmother who is in her mid 80s..she is my best friend and this poem encompasses a lot of who she is..great job!

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