Shakespeare’s Hands

A sonnet as my first, slightly whimsical, response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics – Can You Give Me a Hand?


The young man’s hands were slender, quick and strong,

Composing sonnets to his unknown muse,

Creating worlds in drama and in song

To challenge the emotions and amuse.

The busy writer’s hands were stained with ink,

Ingrained with words, skin cracked and raw with rhyme;

The scratching of the pen spurred him to think,

The melting wax of candles told the time.

The hands that once were softened by caress

Sometimes were stiff and talon-like with age,

Eager to hold and often poised to bless,

Faltering fingers fought to fill a page.

Hands that conjured worlds with paper and quill,

Belonged to Shakespeare – also known as Will.


© Kim M. Russell, 2016




27 thoughts on “Shakespeare’s Hands

  1. This is wonderful. I love that the prompt took you to the hands of “Will”. The added challenge of writing a sonnet inspires me to venture out of free verse. I can picture the candles burning down to tell the time.

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  2. SMiLes.. i have to wonder
    what Shakespeare would
    have done with a keyboard
    and two hands
    his floW
    iN ZoNe
    oF noW..
    i would have never
    written much of anything
    without a tool to escape
    chicken scratch
    illegibly wRote

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