In madness made apparent,
the lobster rose and drew,
sharp claws of bleak aggression;
the cat recoiled in fear.
From crusted oceanic depths,
the creature had emerged,
to taunt the feline natures;
to haunt the broken earth.
In stricken, furred impressions,
the animal was turned,
from soft and somnolescent;
to horrors full disturbed.
The image true collected,
in retinal address,
made synchronistic telling
of what had been repressed.
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Margo, this is a winner. I adore the wordplay.
ReplyDeleteI think a lobster must be one of the two things that scare a cat - the other is a vacuum cleaner.
Ros, this is such fun. I am enjoying the final stanza in particular.
ReplyDeleteThanks Viv and Margo.... it just flowed out. But with such a graphic image that is not surprising.....
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