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POETRY PAMPHLET
Limited edition






OUR HANDS, A MOMENT

The line appears, threaded through you. Your arm rests with its skin
touching linen
and the pigment of pulped leaves from a foreign place,
the indigenous colour
of someone else’s
home.

A synthesised shade applied
by rough hands
their touch, colour transferred
like heat.
Their touch,
then the pigment’s touch

then your arm, and chest, and shoulder blade, inventing colour’s transformation into shape.


The line appeared, threaded through you. In a moment
with the guess of when I will take your arms, your torso,
the dip to the inside of your hip
and formalise them
into a memory of touch

Copyright Kate Holford 2019