In my hands, I see,
Father, Mother, Me.
( Trinity by Gallivanta 2015 )
Hands – my own; my inheritance.
This post, and the poem, Trinity, are dedicated to Brenda at Friendly Fairy Tales , and to Marylin at Things I want to tell my mother . Both Marylin and Brenda recently urged me to have a go at writing a poem. Trinity is the result. 🙂
This post is also dedicated to the poetic muse of my blog, William Blake. ( I am sure he will be pleased to know. 😉 )
Photo-poem, based on a quote from Blake’s Auguries of Innocence.