I gave my hands to a palm reader,
and she saw through winged glasses,
through the etching of lines like hairs
like dancing spider's footsteps on my palms
what caused the feathering in the crossroads
of my heart line, and the ever present hangnails
parasitic on my skin.
She saw them soften in sinks, soap and hot water,
the persistent blue smudge beneath the third finger's
joint, the freckles painting me: Irish Spanish
Gypsy and yet somehow still English rose,
the lone marriage line telling how I'll only love once
(and myself thinking once quite optimistic,
with my innate selfishness) and all the while
seeing the way that, sometimes, my hand
I gave my hands to a palm reader,
and she saw through winged glasses,
through the etching of lines like hairs
like dancing spider's footsteps on my palms
what caused the feathering in the crossroads
of my heart line, and the ever present hangnails
parasitic on my skin.
She saw them soften in sinks, soap and hot water,
the persistent blue smudge beneath the third finger's
joint, the freckles painting me: Irish Spanish
Gypsy and yet somehow still English rose,
the lone marriage line telling how I'll only love once
(and myself thinking once quite optimistic,
with my innate selfishness) and all the while
seeing the way that, sometimes, my hand
I also have Flickr, if any of my lovely watchers or any passersby would like to add me as a contact; I'd love to see everyone else's photostreams too!
http://www.flickr.com/photos/jademarie2/