Ghost Hands by Ágnes Cserháti
- Dust
- Jun 7
- 1 min read
Ghost Hands
for P.M.
Ghost hands gather an arm’s-full bouquet,
a freefall of Bonica
bushy and blooming,
sugar and cream-coloured
a confectioner’s dream,
peachtree fuzz
but a memory in May.
Times past steep in words unwritten, like teacups
stained by rims of longing—
but no more, he’ll say,
we’ll have our own stories to tell
in silences downy and deep,
our hands thrums of secrets
air
breathless
as
Ágnes Cserháti’s writing has appeared in Acumen, Dodging the Rain, Hart House Review, PN Review, The Winged Moon, the New York Quarterly, and Poetry Ireland Review. She is associate editor for the Alcuin Society’s book arts journal Amphora, and founder and editor of Rufus Books Publishing.
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