Back in the merrie old days of medieval warfare, loopholes were the narrow vertical slits from which castle defenders fired arrows at attackers. Dangling legs out those openings would have been an invitation to an amputation. Nowadays though, maybe not so much.
Tom— Now that you mention loopholes, there were men of law in medieval times but they wouldn’t have been caught dead dangling from them, would they? Few castles left now but still a lot of loopholes.
those dangling legs
ReplyDeleteOH MY
they belong to (my) 10,000
Beauties / Muses
some times I call them
by their real names
some time I call her "she"
they all reside
in (my) memories
simultaneously
so far
this old man
has spent his last
fifty-two years un
tying those legs
the last time that I talked to
her she said:
"and don't send me anymore of your stupid-fucking poems !
!call me next week."
Or, as Louis MacNeice put it:
ReplyDeleteGive me a new Muse with stockings and suspenders,
And a smile like a cat . . .
A catty muse yes but also one schooled in the fine art of
ReplyDeleteambivalent jurisprudence.
Back in the merrie old days of medieval warfare, loopholes were the narrow vertical slits from which castle defenders fired arrows at attackers. Dangling legs out those openings would have been an invitation to an amputation. Nowadays though, maybe not so much.
ReplyDeleteTom—
ReplyDeleteNow that you mention loopholes, there were men of law in medieval times but they wouldn’t have been caught dead dangling from them, would they? Few castles left now but still a lot of loopholes.