Two sets of folded arms
stuck, unstuck
at an arm’s length
I touch her
shivering hand
thinking
of something clever
to say
and to pray
that she is on
powerful meds
but no!
She is being
haunted by a black cat
with velvet paws
and razor claws
Stop worrying, M
It’s just a cat
She looks at me in disbelief
it is clear
I’ve made a mistake
the woman is clearly mad
She throws the milk bowl
at my head
Wait! Why do you have
a milk bowl?
She says she’s been feeding
the cat
drawn in, by her bluish
hue and emerald eyes
but M knows the cat
is trouble
and must be rid
of all its fur
she won’t be so scary
when she looks
like my aunt from Cawnpore.
I’m inclined
to hunt
a darling ghost cat
from my mother’s side
with my father’s hide
a mighty good
reason to not hedge
one’s sanity against
one’s love for
odd women in yellow jumpsuits.
Would you mind if we shared this in our weekly poetry section? 🙂
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Hi Marc! Sorry for not replying sooner. If you still want to share it, please go ahead. I don’t mind at all.
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That’s no problem at all. I’ll let you know when it features. 🙂
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Thanks!
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that’s all scheduled, alas a little far ahead for the 4th of April next year. I’ve added credits at the top and bottom of the post to drive some people your way. 🙂
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