THERE ONCE WAS AN OLD WOMAN
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Herbert Woodward Martin
Herbert Woodward Martin has been The University of Dayton's poet-in-residence for over two decades. Martin has published four books of poetry and a monograph on Paul Laurence Dunbar. He is currently seeking a publisher for a book-length collection of poems about people with AIDS and a long series of poems called "Final W" about his mother dying from cancer. His poems have been published in academic publications and such national magazines as Poetry and the George Washington Review. By Herbert Woodward Martin
Published on 10/6/2003
who expertly sharpened her kitchen knives
until the blue sparks flew like stars around her head.
She said: "I will slice the invasive sunlight
that dares to tread with the footfall of a dinosaur
until the blue sparks flew like stars around her head.
She said: "I will slice the invasive sunlight
that dares to tread with the footfall of a dinosaur
who expertly sharpened her kitchen knives
until the blue sparks flew like stars around her head.
She said: "I will slice the invasive sunlight
that dares to tread with the footfall of a dinosaur
through my dining room window or upon the transparent
cheesecloth of my kitchen table. I will serve that light
upon a blue plate of pansies with extra culinary dreams.
I will persuade water man who comes to my back door
with seductive whispers, so original, that he will be
unable to resist joining me in a casserole of hay."
There is quiet determination stored in that house
in the suburb of her heart; a natural blue falls
like a careless negligee around her feet.
Copyright © Herbert Woodward Martin, 2003. All Rights Reserved.
until the blue sparks flew like stars around her head.
She said: "I will slice the invasive sunlight
that dares to tread with the footfall of a dinosaur
through my dining room window or upon the transparent
cheesecloth of my kitchen table. I will serve that light
upon a blue plate of pansies with extra culinary dreams.
I will persuade water man who comes to my back door
with seductive whispers, so original, that he will be
unable to resist joining me in a casserole of hay."
There is quiet determination stored in that house
in the suburb of her heart; a natural blue falls
like a careless negligee around her feet.
Copyright © Herbert Woodward Martin, 2003. All Rights Reserved.