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The Fiddler's Cat

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The Fiddler's Cat

An ebon sky, darkness to light
Diamond stars, mosaic night
Bright lunar sphere of brilliant white
Floodlights a scene of will and might.
The Fiddler’s Cat, sips warm Bordeaux
Fiddle to chin, strong paw to bow
Rosin to bow on amber ice
Wide upward swing, long downward slice.
A rotund dish, the restless spoon
Race through the night below the moon.

Ah, Fiddler’s cat empties Bordeaux
Strikes violin strings, with Dante’s bow
He plays of sorrow, he plays for chance
As spirits soar, he plays to dance.
He plays of peace, he plays for hope
To love and trust, he plays the most.
Fading ebon screen, pale ginger sky
An exhausted shrug, a weary sigh.

A new ordinance decreed by spoon and dish
Keep catnip away when serving fish.

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  1. Date: 1/21/2015 8:19:00 AM
    A lovely slant on on Edward Lear's 'The Owl & The Pussycat. It worked well for me, except the Bordeaux, I love that more than I do cats! Lovely write, Thak you for sharing. God Bless .D

  1. Date: 1/18/2015 9:19:00 AM
    I like this poem so much. It is very visual and I have cats which makes it special. It doesn't matter when the violin was invented, The cat always had one!

  1. Date: 12/19/2014 2:27:00 PM
    I enjoyed reading this . Your words are colorful and invoke visualizations of a background

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  1. Date: 12/17/2014 11:42:00 AM
    very nice....

  1. Date: 12/17/2014 7:36:00 AM
    Congrat.I like the poem and especialy the middle verse "Race through the night below the moon." The conscience of man is a similar race much based on pulses and reflexes with possible self-reflecions, sometimes an inner law or moral trail till the final one. Some lives and characters are similar to cats,some other like dogs.Best regards,O.B

  1. Date: 12/17/2014 5:45:00 AM
    It's a natural tale of a colourful feline. Nature has got a lot of potentialities. A very good poem. Kudos.

  1. Date: 12/16/2014 6:50:00 PM
    Wonderful Poem Michelle. I like the rhyming :) :) :)

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  1. Date: 12/16/2014 6:36:00 PM
    fantastic poem flows really well and I love the great rhyming

  1. Date: 12/16/2014 5:21:00 PM
    What a marvellous experiance. It is one of the best couplets I have ever read. And what a great take on a childhood classic. Totally impressed. I just hope that i may be able to write in this calibre one day. I am still giggling! I am looking forward to reading more of your poetry over the next few days.

    Mac Donald Avatar Michelle Mac Donald
    Date: 12/19/2014 1:43:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Oh, I read your writes, you are above and surpass me! I'm not sure which rhyme you might choose, but please tell me when you do! Some of them really could use a facelift. :)
  1. Date: 12/16/2014 5:18:00 PM
    Michelle, I once saw "Fiddler on the Roof" in New York. Your poem is delightful read, putting me in touch with picturesque night. Truly you're master poetess. Happy Holidays, God bless ...irisrose...

  1. Date: 12/16/2014 3:59:00 PM
    A well crafted poem. I read it a couple times. Content and rhyme work well together in it. It is an entertaining take on the old nursery rhyme. Booze, fish, and catnip might be an intense combination for a cat, but if his adventures read this well why not?

    Mac Donald Avatar Michelle Mac Donald
    Date: 12/19/2014 2:43:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    I was going to comment on your poetry, instead I'll share some Lewis Carroll? "If seven maids with seven mops Swept it for half a year, Do you suppose," the Walrus said, "That they could get it clear?" "I doubt it," said the Carpenter, And shed a bitter tear. Might need the cat to cheer him up? Merry Christmas! Mikki
  1. Date: 12/16/2014 3:11:00 PM
    Michelle, Another most wonderful couplet here. The verses flow so very well and the imagery is quite exquisite indeed. Enjoyed this one immensely. Another "7" and a FAV from me. I invite you too, to drop by read my poetry as well anytime you wish. Best Always!! Gary

  1. Date: 12/16/2014 1:23:00 PM
    A little scat from the fiddler's cat can get you through the night. A sip, a draw, a swig, pa-shah. If kitty is a mean drunk, keep your distance from it's claw. Fun little write Michelle. Wishing you a very nice holiday season. Peace. :)

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  1. Date: 12/16/2014 9:20:00 AM
    Nice light-hearted little poem with some interesting imagery. You could do with less commas.

  1. Date: 12/16/2014 9:02:00 AM
    Excellent poem adorned with diamond words conjured a nice magic where whole picture is beautifully screened. Genius only and simply. Loved always, my poet friend,bl

  1. Date: 12/16/2014 9:01:00 AM
    a stunning masterpiece, I am just taken,

  1. Date: 12/16/2014 8:44:00 AM
    Brilliant work. Every line a delightful surprise. Love it.