Friday, November 20, 2009

Poetry Friday - Hand Shadows

The poetry stretch this week was to write about games of childhood. One of my favorite things to do was make shadows on the wall, though I was never very good at it. Here is a wonderful poem about just such a pastime.

Hand Shadows
by Mary Cornish

My father put his hands in the white light
of the lantern, and his palms became a horse
that flicked its ears and bucked; an alligator
feigning sleep along the canvas wall leapt up

Read the poem in its entirety.

The round up is being hosted by Julie Larios over at The Drift Record. Do stop by and take in the wonderful poetry being shared. Before you go, be sure to check out this week's poetry stretch results.


  1. This is quite beautiful; the bit about the new stars being born makes me think of the children in the tent with Dad, new stars being born in them, in their imaginations...

    How amazingly lucky this one family is to have both Mary and Julie as poet sisters! Wow!

  2. Thanks for sharing this poem. Interesting how the linked thumbs at the end suggest relationships without saying *which* relationship. I love using the Poetry 180 site.

  3. Oh this is a lovely, sweet poem! Thanks for sharing it.