My poem: Brave Hands: Gen
Apr. 18th, 2022 05:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Title: Brave Hands
Poetic Form: Italian sonnet
No. of lines: 14
Word Count: 123
Rating: Gen
For:
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Notes: I just finished a graphic novel called I Know What I Am by Gina Siciliano about artist Artemisia Gentileschi.
Also for: GYWO 2022 Yahtzee Roll #3 prompt: brave
and just what do we make of these hands of mine
these hands which could not fend off violation
which were crushed to truth under accusation
which, knarled and snarled, have known little anodyne
these which have packed, fleeing debt, rogue threat vulpine
so many times, which counted coins and station,
which have balled with rage, impotent frustration?
what of these fingers, palms? how do they align?
brave? these which learned to grind when still tender-skinned,
which have caressed life and death, child and lover,
which ever drew a brush across canvas fine?
these which bear stain, of paint, of sin, of letters penned,
which have learned and learned again, which uncover
all, you may call them ‘brave,’ I’ll just call them ‘mine’

Poetic Form: Italian sonnet
No. of lines: 14
Word Count: 123
Rating: Gen
For:
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Notes: I just finished a graphic novel called I Know What I Am by Gina Siciliano about artist Artemisia Gentileschi.
Also for: GYWO 2022 Yahtzee Roll #3 prompt: brave
and just what do we make of these hands of mine
these hands which could not fend off violation
which were crushed to truth under accusation
which, knarled and snarled, have known little anodyne
these which have packed, fleeing debt, rogue threat vulpine
so many times, which counted coins and station,
which have balled with rage, impotent frustration?
what of these fingers, palms? how do they align?
brave? these which learned to grind when still tender-skinned,
which have caressed life and death, child and lover,
which ever drew a brush across canvas fine?
these which bear stain, of paint, of sin, of letters penned,
which have learned and learned again, which uncover
all, you may call them ‘brave,’ I’ll just call them ‘mine’

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Date: 2022-04-20 09:26 pm (UTC)This poem is absolutely perfect for her, you're an absolute genius. Focussing on her hands makes so much sense, and that last sentence, boom!, just delivers. *___* Thank you so much!! You didn't promise too much. :D
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