Support

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.

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

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.

[Pete]

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.

[Emma]

Thank you very much