An Untitled Gem by Angela
I found this poem by Angela Carter on the web today. It struck me with its terse words and apparent simplicity. There is a great writer's wisdom in the use of few words and strikingly compelling images. The cat with the spoon ears is just a brilliant sentence, but the last two lines literally give me goose bumps. I feel I have learnt a whole poetry lesson today. You've got a long way to go, my dear Alessandra! My cat Is the snow queen, This frigid virgin four Winters old crooks Her paw to wash a face White As starlight, twice As cold. She puts back her ears like spoons to listen to the wind behind her. She eats For breakfast, hearts; For supper, northern lights.