fingers entwined
set to boil
behind his back.
candlelit shadow-
captive cloudless skies.
blankfaced
in plain sight
he never looks surprised.
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Is this a love poem? I think it may be.
writing it, i was thinking of hypocrisy in the (wealthy) church, and more generally- the futility of prayer..
in your reading though, i’m wondering.. .who’s loving who.. 🙂
My reading is cracked by your comment…the mystery of “never” looking surprised
I was definitely picturing an old man in a photograph.
On another note I really love when the writer comments a little about what they were thinking. On the other hand, it was also nice just pondering the image which came to me. I feel it has your thoughts in there while leaving room for mine.