Touch: The Journal of Healing




    by Phoebe Brown

These hands refuse

to take it anymore.  The lick

of arthritic flames

may consume years —

but it can’t take

the memories.

The silent violin

sits red and warm

in the corner

inviting the fingers

of my mind to play

like spiders.

My left hand is dancing now

across each string.  It finds each

pitch waiting for vibration.

My right hand flexes

as an extension

of the long bow

strung with the hair

of the horses

that I will ride

again.  There

is that warmth.

I feel it now—in the memory

of concertos

and horse shows.

© 2013  Phoebe Brown

Phoebe Brown is a graduate student in the University of Tampa’s Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing Program.  Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Deep South Magazine and The Healing Muse.  She lives with an active form of rheumatoid arthritis and hopes that others will find comfort in her words.

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