All entries for Friday 07 November 2008

November 07, 2008

To be stopped- an unfinished thought-

by a tabby cat darting out

from beneath a black Ford Fiesta,

suffering the loneliness

of nightclubs and the three o’clock

drizzle of this walk home.

Stooped in the chisels of tarmac,

he mews surprise, fur adrift.

One ghost-buoy startled in fog

by another, lost-puss; tawny angel,

tracing the threads defining

this hopeless morning.

This is really good Jon. Nice understatement that subtly builds to an excellent final sentence. by on this entry
I like this a lot, you have a fast flowing style, I tend to get bogged down in describing everything… by Costa Del on this entry
this is excellent. by on this entry
Good work! I dont think I quite understand Sally, but I guess thats partly because it's all through … by on this entry
That Twain is such a tyrant… by Claire Trevien on this entry

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