Wednesday, February 04, 2009

On Cats and Condemnation


She is leopard
she is lithe
she is a loud torment
she resents
she resists
she remands
she remits
she refuses
the portents
then permits
she permits
the pigeon holes
masked balls
salacious snares
the cat calls
the faux brawls
lascivious lairs
fomenting
what can only be

a feline response
retract or recline
slink away, away
or drink the wine
or slash and flay
deny or dine
or deny
or delay
or devour
and become mine
and please
not master
mentor
nor mistress.

5 comments:

Alice J. Byrd said...

I love this one! The rhythm is amazing...I read it aloud a few times just to savor the words rolling off my tongue. Beautiful work. Fantastic job. =)

KGT (aka Cagey) said...

Alice, you are too kind. :) I enjoyed your latest work as well...still cogitating on that one.

K.Lawson Gilbert said...

Of your poems, this is one of my favorites. Strong alliteration.. the repeat of words makes it rhythmic - like the pacing of a cat!

RachelW said...

I like this one very much! Very catty; you have illuminated the independent and predatory spirit of the legendary cat being.

GeL (Emerald Eyes) said...

Strong, insistent proud declarations. From your words, format, and (that photo enhances the feeling as well), I envision a prancing cat, hair on end, in or out of the shadows, dark, mysterious, her own mistress.

Love the sound of this poem. Effective alliteration and rhyme add to the independent allure.