If I Were A Tinker

• Sophie Visser, Grade 12, Hobart College
• Poetry
• 2016

Finalist in the 'Word Zone 2016' competition

If I were a tinker
I would carve the soft dimples in your cheeks
and mend the chisel of your jawbone
If I were a poor man
I would tiptoe along the tips of your fingers
and sleep in the palm of your hand
If I were a beggar man
I would kiss at the curve of your Achilles heel
and I would beg for the mercy of your weakness
If I were a thief
I would steal away the worry from the furrows of your brow
and the sadness from the iris of your eyes
And if I were an Indian Chief
I would paint my face in the fierce courage of your desire
and I would dance in the shadows of your passions inner fire