And all the sparrows turned to fish.
The sky produced them at her command
Stacked like kippers upon her hand.
The woman with the cat tail switched it once
And paving stones turned to hot cross buns.
The woman with the cat tail switched it twice
And made Catholic bishops out of five field mice.
The woman with the cat heart had a beau
Set him on a gibbet and swung him low.
The woman with the cat heart clapped her hands
And made his coffin out of watering cans.
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composed in the journal Hedgewitch gave me, for Gay Cannon's form for all.
How do you do it, girl?
ReplyDeleteSee, it's a magical journal, that compels you to write form! Next week, haikus! I didn't mention that part. :P This is delightfully gruesome, Shay. I especially like the musical ring of 'set him on a gibbet and swung him low.' Just like that sweet chariot song...and the bishops line is razor sharp as well.
ReplyDeleteThis is fun... love the repitition in the couplets.
ReplyDeleteI hope 2012 brings much happiness and joy to you (although I'll probably 'see' you around before then)!
I'm envisioning a book of nursery rhymes for Goth children. Sort of like Edward Gorey's Gashlycrumb Tinies! This would be wonderful illustrated!
ReplyDeleteha....nice shay....she made catholic bishops....ack...not sure thats a good thing at all...enjoy the play in this...and i am sure gay appreciates the support as well...smiles...
ReplyDeletesee, I can't get past the pic and opening lines (coup-let)
ReplyDeleteI mean . . . where DO you get it ALL?!
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ReplyDeleteHappy new year, Shay!!
Talk about an un-nursery nursery rhyme. Each couplet is its own special delight, though this one particularly appeals to my sense of humour:
ReplyDeleteThe woman with the cat tail switched it twice
And made Catholic bishops out of five field mice.
I am in awe of the mind that conceives these words and visions.
I absolutely love this! It rings like a song. Only in looking at comments did I note that it is a special form, and I'm curious enough to take a look at the link.
ReplyDeleteHappy, Happy New Year, Shay. ^.^
Form schmorm, it's a damn good song. I wrote this a.m. with three cats in the chair with me (cold for Fla.), hope they weren't all whispering gibbet in my ear. - Brendan
ReplyDeleteOh I love reading your work, it NEVER fails to please me some place I don't even know I have until it lights up when reading your poems. This made me smile, smirk, swish my tail and grow curiouser and curiouser with each couplet. There's nothing that you cannot write and with each couplet something different, something bright! Loved it and it loved the cat lover in me!
ReplyDeletePS..I do appreciate the support. So oddly disconnected lately. Trying to keep hope and health going here. Thanks!
ReplyDelete"And made his coffin out of watering cans." By golly - I don't know how you think of such things, but keep doing it!
ReplyDeleteI like it Shay, and in couplet form too ~
ReplyDeleteThat must be one heck of a cat woman ~
Wishing you all the best for 2012~
(aka Heaven)
Deliciously delightful. :-) xo
ReplyDelete"The woman with the cat heart had a beau
ReplyDeleteSet him on a gibbet and swung him low."
Indeed, mad'am. You are a gift to this twisted palace of a land.
~Shawna
(rosemarymint.wordpress.com)
This is very, very clever and fun...I loved the progression.
ReplyDeleteWow, love this very cool, magical piece. Very clever..
ReplyDeletethis is so cute and creative
ReplyDeletethis is one of my favorites, Shay! DElightful!
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