I can only admire! I find that the sonnet tends to force my rhyme and syntax
into ways I would not normally go. This is so effortless and natural. A
little pearl!
By the way I lost both elderly cats just about one year ago now. My garden
may now be filled with birdlife unknown before but I still think I see them
moving along the edges of my vision or look to save scraps after fish or
chicken.. Regards Arthur.
----- Original Message -----
From: "grasshopper" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Saturday, September 21, 2002 6:42 PM
Subject: New sub: Five cans of catfoogd
> Oh dear, yet another sonnet, this time inspired by opening a kitchen
> cupboard. First draft for C&C,please. Rubbish title,too
> Kind regards,
> grasshopper
>
> Five cans of catfood
>
> Five cans of catfood on a kitchen shelf:
> I know soon I must move them out of view.
> Are they a hopeful message to myself
> that nothing's changed, that time turns tail for you?
> No need to cut a jagged tear in tin,
> No look that says ' Beef chunks? I fancied ham',
> No need to scrape the lot into the bin;
> just pristine labels: Pilchard, Turkey, Lamb.
>
> l sense an empty space upon the stairs.
> I feel the unfilled hollow on my bed.
> a pang that pounces, takes me unawares,
> the silenced mews that prowl inside my head.
>
> Five tins of catfood sealed and set apart
> and ah, a ragged fissure in my heart.
>
> grasshopper
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