The Old Lady with the Saw

Disclaimer: Being the non-scholarly type, I have always considered poetry a kind of literary masterbation – immensely gratifying for the performer and that’s about it. So, I apologize … as I am experimenting with different forms of creative word expression, I wrote a poem I titled –

The Old Lady with the Saw

This woman, this

image of serenity, of

time and pain holds

her saw between

her thighs covered.

The top gently rests

between her fingers as

she slowly caresses the bow

to the blunt end,

giving birth to haunting strains

releasing each note

to the streets and alleys

of St. Peter’s Village,

lavender, precarious

and swollen with her

beautiful song.


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