On the left hand –
hand of the moon,
the feminine, the emotions,
& the hidden;
On the ring finger –
finger of the heart line,
of creativity, beauty,
& love;
The nail here –
of this hand & this finger –
has grown
to extraordinary length,
& when touched,
tilts –
painlessly –
from its bed, removed.
Inspect, at eye level,
this two-and-a-half-inch
semi-circular keratin shaft;
Inspect the convex,
empty bed;
Realize –
astonished –
each, with soft gray lint,
is filled.
Reseat the nail –
carefully –
refit it to its powdery,
dust-gray base;
With the right hand,
gingerly place & press it,
thus;
Held now –
nail of the left finger,
of the left hand –
to its original place
(a temporary fix,
at best).
— C.Birde, 10/21
I love the mythical, dreamy texture of this poem!
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I really appreciate your comment — dreams feel, to me, like personal myths… I’m happy the piece translates that aspect!
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