a pride in hands

Poem #14 from The Book of Evenings

Back to: The Book of Evenings – Introduction

she has been through his pockets
through his wallet
looked at the collection of receipts
read the scribbled note
on the back of a business card
made the call
heard the voice
remained silent



she was proud of her hands once
soft skin
long fingers
so suited for the piano
she’d loved to play
that he used to listen to

now she thinks them ugly
knotted joints and stiffness
ragged nails
no more piano


no-one to listen anyway


she knows where he’s been
where he is right now
she shouldn’t know
shouldn’t have gone searching
through his private space
but what real choice was there

and now she is waiting
trying to decide
act the fool
or deal with it

stay or go



she rubs her hands together
listens to the rasping sound they make
studies the lines and lumps
when did they
grow so ugly

© Frank Prem 2003

The Book of Evenings Poem #15: untitled – a


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