Lonely Fiddle
A lonely fiddle, its strings once taut tense and
stretched, waiting to be tuned and played.
The limp horsehair bow, longs to be tightened
and drawn in sweet reverberations.
From the poem "Strings"
posted Jan 27, 2018
for Greg's Arbitrium Divisa contest
Copyright © Craig Cornish | Year Posted 2020
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