About the Poem
This poem is about a dream that I had - I was playing with a ginger cat that I felt something strange for and then when I walked out into a group of people there was a man with red hair that I knew was the cat I had been stroking only moments before.
Unusual I know, but the poem was so vivid that it warranted a poem.
Dibbuk |
| by Celia Moodie |
| Ginger Cat - but no less the witch's familiar You have risen out of my mind's eye In a dream. Your metamorphosis was unspoken - I saw you as a feline Then a man Transformed. And when you switched your form My affection altered From a stroke of your coat To a lick of your tongue And a flickering in my centre. You are no less a devil With your wild eye And proud head I felt you move against me twice. Once you pushed your face into my hands Then your hips between my thighs Meowwwwww. Sigh. And in my conscious eye I watch for ginger cats And red hair. I am not afraid that you will cross my path. I will walk under ladders And break mirrors until I find you. Your laughter - I am still listening behind the door For you. Perhaps I should press My ear to the ground And listen to the clay breathe. I will sleep like this - Until you rise up Out of the earth. And I will feel you again. |
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