"My fathers hands" by Michelle Hatch
Starnberg, Germany (2010)
An Artists Hands
My hands look like an artists hands.
Like they've been marinating in a draw
full of old pencil shavings and dried paint.
Filled with surprise colour spectrums and
dimly lit crannies of lead.
Used, dirty, fingernails and rough splotches,
joining the dots on the tops of my hands.
I'm growing fond of my bodies masterpiece.
Yet if I was to wash the canvas clean,
I can pretend that the
setbacks, knockbacks and drawbacks of an artist
will not become me.
And still the draw beckons
and elicits a response far stronger,
than the clean backs of my hands and fingernails
could ever be happy with.
By Michelle Hatch
(Jan 2011)
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