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Sunday, April 3, 2011

Panther



Panther
Silent moving shadow,
melanin coat,
keenly stalks her prey,
the hunt with slow majestic grace begins,
fixated stare that black-blood curls,
as paw to ground,
a soundless lethal shift,
which calls the wild,
the time to pounce,
as body sprints in rapid flight,
and shoulders glide,
to twist and turn,
from dust and earth, she leaps,
to trap her prey,
whine and wimp,
of throttled throat,
or broken crunch,
to deadly silence,
chase over,
battle won.




29 comments:

  1. Just one question: did you write the poem before or after being wrecked? I ask, only so that if the former I can try the same procedure. It's a cracker!

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  2. Very nicely done Socks! Some beautiful lines - fixated stare that black-blood curls - and a very fluid feel to the whole that is so appropriate. The violence comes easy.

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  3. If I could use this in the artist's book project I'd be really grateful. If it's a yes, e-mail me at TitusmckayATaolDOTcom with the name you'd like it to appear under. Ta!

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  4. And Happy Mother's Day! Belated. You got wrecked on Mother's Day? That my kind of mothering...

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  5. Thanks Dave, I did some before, in the middle, and after, at some ungodly hour last night when the house was finally quiet!

    Great driving of the bus Mighty Titus, lots of passengers, delighted for you to use poem, just sent off an email!

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  6. The poem slowly unwinds like a panther about to spring. Fascinating...

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  7. Black blood curls! great ! you surely caught my attention - steeping inside the skin...Thanks.

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  8. You know Socks, you're really going to have to stop saying 'I'm not really a poet...' Great stuff :)

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  9. Thanks Domestic Oub, but doubt I'll stop saying that!!!

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  10. Domestic Oub is right. Folk might start believing you.

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  11. Black panthers give me the creeps...

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  12. Don't think they're supposed to be cute Jinksy!!

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  13. The soundless lethal shift...broken crunch to deadly silence.
    They are such powerful, swift, beautiful creatures (but I wouldn't want to be alone with one).

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  14. Literally a panther. Battle won. Dinner. Yumm!

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  15. Indeed ds, being alone might mean being dinner and thanks Lucy!

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  16. Wow!Wow!Wow! So many expert word-choices and rhythms and phrasing.
    "as paw to ground,
    a soundless lethal shift" - I love the decision not to capitalize, making the pacing (literally) palpable.
    So many expert bits - "of throttled throat, or broken crunch" - oooh!

    You must read Cornell Woolrich's, "Black Alibi".

    Kat

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  17. Thanks Kat, I was wondering about taking out the comma's altogether? Will look up Black Alibi.

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  18. What a beautiful beast you describe

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  19. Well I'm terrified now - I'm no panther so I would surely be lunch. You did such a great job describing the stalking and attacking!

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  20. Beautiful! I watched the panther move and attack - I didn't stay to watch her enjoy her luch, but I surely enjoyed your poem. Happy Blogaversary!

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  21. A beautiful beast indeed Emerging Writer, but you are right Bug, a bit on the scary side, and Muse Swings, yes, best to avoid the lunch!

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  22. A fitting tribute to a fine, fine feline!

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  23. divine..
    love the vivid imagery.

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  24. 10.10 pm, gonna take the dogs out and see if we can hunt down this inferior beast, hang on, a soundless lethal shift just made me reconsider.
    not normally a poetry fan but i liked this....of throttled throat....good and earthy stuff

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  25. Hope you and the dogs made it home safe riggerscam!

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