Ottava Rima is apparently an Italian form of poetry, that’s usually made up of an 8-line stanza with a rhyme scheme of a-b-a-b-a-b-c-c.
The Tissue Seller
An elderly woman crouches by the gates
That surrounds the sprawling cathedral grounds
Her thin frail body, one wonders if she ate
When all you hear from her is a faint sound
“Two dollars a tissue” was her going rate
Yet very few passerby come around
They rushed past her as though they were late for dates
One morning her lifeless body was found
Dying alone was it her sad destiny?
Would anyone remember this old lady?
© Faridah Masniari 2013