A Poem by Emma

Inspired by seeing my Dad help my Gran across the road when it had snowed.

Exploring. Introducing. Trusting. 
5 outstretched fingers
clasp onto a strong support.
A small, smooth offering
encased by the working hand.

The grip only tightened
as the single thumb wouldn't suffice.
Trust turned to dependence.
And introductions transformed
to love.

I didn't notice elbows begin
to bend. Only when my dainty arm
no longer stretched above my head
did I loosen my grasp.
Ventured beyond the limits of an arm's length.

Suddenly you grabbed me.
I turned to smile at the familiar touch.
But I saw fear in those kind eyes.
The warmth was gone.
I supported your weight with all
my forearm. 
Chose to stay within the limits.

© 2018 Emma

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I won't pretend to enter your poet's mind, or presume to say what meaning I took for this, so I will resort to first principles and speak about writing in general. Some poems have a type of music about them. This musical soundtrack may be closely associated with the text or it may be a more non-specific perfume. These words are very musical. I think they are carefully chosen though there may be a few happy accidental grace notes, though I think assonance is no accident. No matter to the fine finished product.

Posted 8 Months Ago

this says a lot more than the mere words. kept me off-balance not knowing where it was leading. cute but telling. fine writing with depth of meaning.

Posted 8 Months Ago


8 Months Ago

Thank you very much

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Added on January 2, 2018
Last Updated on January 2, 2018



Herefordshire, United Kingdom

I am currently at college, and hoping to go into a career in the performing arts industry. I love writing scripts and am enjoying exploring poetry on here and expressing my opinions through my own. .. more..

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