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The beast in the beauty.

by laurafraser 

Posted: 10 October 2005
Word Count: 100

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Neurotic cats whine outside my door
like drunken skeletons lurking
under the sky and inbetweenthehouses,
as they stumble down the streets,
their rattling joints knocking together
as furless bodies shine:
Beauty and its Beast.

Whisps of the sun dance through the willows lean branches,
a girl and a man start to kiss,
as a woman who’s old giggles to herself
whilst an earthquake causes some noise,
and meadows with cows in crack
like a scab that starts to bleed,
red lips settle on a face of pure grace:
The Beast of the Beauty –
Or the Beauty of the Beast.

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Cornelia at 18:01 on 10 October 2005  Report this post
Nice poem. I was a bit puzzled by the furless cats but I think there is a hairless breed, or maybe the shiny ones are drunken people. The earthquake is very topical.


seanfarragher at 21:18 on 10 October 2005  Report this post
Finally a poem about cats (as sweet as they are) that demysifies them. Your image is sharp, but what's more the poem has precisely the right length and visual intensity. Great job. This poem seems whole and visual and lyrical


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