An Old Violin


My Poem, An Old Violin, from Meadow Pause Revisited by Cornelia CONNIE D. DeDona, available on Create Space: https://www.createspace.com/3694690

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An Old Violin

He knew the history of this instrument,

could make it sing

which frets would elicit a wish

coax a smile.

Grandpa may have pondered over

the cost

long before

time’s door clamped tightly shut

before the last embers were extinguished

what they

would do

to get

and keep this soulful instrument.

He must’ve known

how they would

justify their crime

long into the black night

when he was rudely awoken

by the last howl of the refugees

now silent and

covered by venal snow.

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