A nice mention
Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 5:42 pm
Would have been nicer still to have won (in the latest Global poetry comp) but a mention is still better than a poke in the eye with the proverbial. http://www.globalshortstories.net/blog/
Here's the poem.
The Cat of the Thirteenth Gutter
In Lyon, I swarm amidst cries of the city
and silence of smog-sorrow. Creased and frowning,
I creep across rooftops, domes and turrets, spires and smoke
and the delicate traceries hidden from view.
Each night I leap between towers and gargoyles, aerials, minarets,
twigs ever fading the harder I look (and oh, how I look).
Then one day, I fail.
Tower blocks and cranes overwhelm my stance as I slip
down the roof-slantings, squinting at billows that writhe out of factories,
dry cloud simulacra, sly hints of landscapes without straight lines,
and I know I must flee from the neon signs, from the scream of the Radisson,
from rumbling short houses, from colour, from opera,
from ferris wheels, tenements, from the filthy-fresh twilight
that lurks in the thirteenth gutter.
Here's the poem.
The Cat of the Thirteenth Gutter
In Lyon, I swarm amidst cries of the city
and silence of smog-sorrow. Creased and frowning,
I creep across rooftops, domes and turrets, spires and smoke
and the delicate traceries hidden from view.
Each night I leap between towers and gargoyles, aerials, minarets,
twigs ever fading the harder I look (and oh, how I look).
Then one day, I fail.
Tower blocks and cranes overwhelm my stance as I slip
down the roof-slantings, squinting at billows that writhe out of factories,
dry cloud simulacra, sly hints of landscapes without straight lines,
and I know I must flee from the neon signs, from the scream of the Radisson,
from rumbling short houses, from colour, from opera,
from ferris wheels, tenements, from the filthy-fresh twilight
that lurks in the thirteenth gutter.