Monday Poem (In preparation for the re-launch of TFE’s Poetry Bus)

Not Mystery, but Imagination

 

In the semi-waking hours,

 

The gnawing on the wires

Between the walls:

A mouse’s mandible—

Munching.

Is the trapped ghost

Within those inner walls, waiting

To be released?

Infortunato.

 

The croaking outside my door

And on the stair:

A feline’s faculties—

Fading,

Is the demon

Above the chamber door, waiting

On pallid Pallus,

Once more? For Lenore?

 

Quick!

Wake up!

 

Kat Mortensen©2010 
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17 thoughts on “Monday Poem (In preparation for the re-launch of TFE’s Poetry Bus)

  1. Hi Kat! This is fun to read. Isn't it like that, in the middle of the night, the sounds morph into nightmares when they are just the nocturnal noises of the natural world. Especially when we are children. I love the way this flows.

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  2. Hi Cat! It was fun to write too! Although, I must confess when it's happening, it's not as funny.John, thanks! The Poe just seemed appropriate and the play on Fortunato was a gift. I had to work harder with the Lenore reference.Brian (see above for Cat)

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  3. Cat and mouse doings in the middle of the night with a touch of Poe to scare us! We hear the cats at night dowstairs – they have a mad half hour chasing each other (or other creatures (?)usually at about 2am!Very effective abrupt ending.Jeanne x

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