Daylight too scarce to charge the solar lamps,
confused, the fox slinks from the coppice
skinny in the middle of noon
he rattles the dustbin lids
for galvanised pickings.
Supercilious black cat
plump fur pressed against warm window pane
gazes on
her eyes glitter emerald
through waxy winter jasmine
she smiles snidely
Charlie howls
at a streetlamp
he thinks is the moon
come down to earth.
A contest entry
- Winter by AJ Morelli.
1000 points, ended January 23, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Beyond the obvious that it's a snapshot of a scene I look for more. I see a disparity between what is in and what is out. The fox thin, the cat inside, warm, smug, superior. Kind of reminds one of the haves and have nots.
I'll stand with Charlie the Fox and howl at the streetlamp since I'm kin to him and not the cat.
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hehehe i got the impression here of trying to be clever for the sake of clever and the poem was lost because of that
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you are probably right
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I really like this one a lot, very nicely done...
I am a sucker for a cat in a window...lol
thank you so much for entering this here
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oops forgot...
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some excellent imagery and language
"skinny in the middle of noon" really struck me.
wonderful -
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Thank you.
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The days are definitely skinny in these north latitudes - that's a great image in itself. Seems all the critters in this poem are skinny too, with winter, even the cat beneath his plump fur needs the window for warmth.
This is a nice trick: that you only mention winter in the context of jasmine, yet it is so a winter scene, and such a comment on winter.
Nice - I like it.
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Thank you. They seem to thickening at the waist a little at last now, but they are all the colder for that.
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What a scenario of this great nature is imaged here..well done..
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Thank you.
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