Writers' island prompt on superstition.
The Black Cat
Silky soft and inking death
on folds of a witch's skirt.
Harbinger of evil,
yellow eyes flashing
premonition of doom.
Stop and turn back
When he crosses your path,
Lest you lose the gamble of life.
premonition of doom.
Stop and turn back
When he crosses your path,
Lest you lose the gamble of life.
Black satin ribbons
criss-crossing the land
Harbinger of yellow
flashing eyes
roaring down, spelling death.
Stay off the black ribbons!
I lost my brother to it,
crossing the black ribbon.
He wasn't black,
they didn't stop.
criss-crossing the land
Harbinger of yellow
flashing eyes
roaring down, spelling death.
Stay off the black ribbons!
I lost my brother to it,
crossing the black ribbon.
He wasn't black,
they didn't stop.
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6 comments:
great imagery
@Isabel: Thanks for stopping by. Glad you liked it.
"He wasn't black,
they didn't stop."
oooh ! What a stomach-churner of a poem.I want to hold your hands friend.
@Varsha: Thanks! That cat died several years ago.
My driver told me in his village they believe they should never stop and actually kill a cat who crosses their path if they are driving! But I have also heard another superstition where they believe that a cat senses what is destined, and does not cause it. The second one at least spares the innocent animal's life.
@IHM: Oh my! The first one is so shocking!
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