“Hands” by Derval Blake (2009)
“Judge a man no by his words but by his actions”, but few realize that actions are, most of the time, lead by hands. It’s not the action itself, but the way it’s handled. There’s coherence, care and beauty in the way a man is aware of his hands.”
“Walk with me, mother. Under the snow. Over the tracks.”
11-02-2014
Wrists missing watches,
Clocks stopped ticking.
Way past midnight &
I can’t stop cheating
Dreams from being dreamed.
That never ending spiral
I thought could be beaten.
Dragging. Drowning. Drifting.
Meet auld white current,
Vanished lies laid against
D’s crumbled Burren.
Be.
Be.
Be.
Did I loved thy?
Keep drawing smoke tales
over your chest pain
In suicidal attempts of turning your
Blackmailed heart into a fist.
Words? You mean this?
Oh boy! I hoped you knew better
For the sake of your own feathers
About to burn up in flames.
Picture: Musée du Louvre, Paris (2013)
Nebula Bruises 