This poem was written a few weeks ago before the conflict in the Caucasus started – so in case you’re wondering it’s not trying to be some kind of cryptic allegory. It’s just a poem about a cat !!! :o)
GEORGIA
My white cat
(Georgia),
The one with the stubborn streak,
Just walked across my face
Demanding food to eat.
She sits on my chest
And stares down at me.
“No food – no move,”
Her eyes told me.
She shifts a paw,
Then a claw
Menacingly.
So I fed her.
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If you are interested in what we do please visit www.chorleywriters.co.uk
Committee Members
Chairperson : Peter Cropper
Vice-Chair: Dea Parkin
Secretary : Heather Richardson
Treasurer : Hayley Noble
3 comments:
Very evocative. Really captures the character of the Georgia.
Since the name is clearly implied by the title, it isn't needed in the poem. I'd be inclined to delete that line.
Also, what about cutting the last two lines and end the poem with the word 'claw...' Just a thought...
In response to Mistlethrush's comment, I personally, would leave the line in as it makes the significance of the name grow...
I've got five of these critters, all like this. I know how you must feel!...
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