Isobel

I.

To try to follow the Om and Sage -

My violin knows the language

And is teaching me.

She is nameless.

I’ve been feeding a grey stray cat

Because its bones protrude.

I’ve named it Gazpacho.

I do not yet know my violin’s name.

She may not know my name

But we trust each other.

II.

The naming of a violin is a difficult matter.

Today, she will be Isobel

Not a lover, but mother or daughter.

We’ve always had a platonic affair

It’s been suggested I try sleeping with her –

They don’t know

She has a rattle snake rattle inside.

Better that she watch from the wall

echoes and reverberates.

I hold her by my hand.

She holds a pleasant conversation.

But unexpected screeches at times –

She’s very sensitive.

I am true red fiddle woman of the high plains

Dancing in conversation

Capitulated.