This is the other poem I wrote in response to the Jim Harrison quote Jilly posted a couple of days ago. You can read the first one here
“It is life’s work to recognize the mystery of the obvious”
These hands of mine,
never flinching from a task,
familiar as sunshine and the purring of the cat,
always before my eyes,
but in a blur of inattention,
a group noun like rain or ocean
not crystal raindrops,
or perfectly curled waves.
Only when you take them in your own,
strong-fingered, violinist, carpenter’s hands,
that make magic from wires and switches,
planks of wood,
bolt battleship-sturdy pipes,
and tease music to make the heart sob,
do I know what the maker of hands intended.
This is a challenge I am throwing out to all and sundry. The sept, I learned from Doug, the Elusive Trope, is a poetry form of seven lines following the syllable pattern of 1-2-3-4-3-2-1. It isn’t as tricky as it sounds so do please have a go.
The theme is hands, with the van Eyck detail as a prompt if you like.
This is my attempt. Post yours in the comments or if you post it on your blog, as a link. Get creating!