Friday, June 25, 2010
Touch - A Poem
So, I've been writing some poetry. I make no claims as to its quality ;)
I grab the handrail,
to steady myself against the rocking of the train,
so I do not lose my balance.
It is surprisingly cold beneath my fingers,
and I know it will confer
I don’t mind.
Slowly, I edge my hand downward
until my little finger
It is surprisingly warm beneath my finger,
and I thrill even at this
I glance around, and wonder:
“Is anybody looking?”,
then snake my little finger round his larger one,
and I find my balance.
James Croft, July 2010
Posted by James Croft at 10:51 AM