Hour of Kitten Prayer

 


My first-ever quintuple Golden Shovel poem, written from 5 vertical 16-word lines of Elizabeth Willis’s “The Witch” (lines emboldened in order).


Hour of Kitten Prayer 


The hour when the black cat appears –when a 

happiness glows on a green skin of a witch 
of Salem, a witch of magic, a witch who may smile 
an hour, who desires a kitten – is the hour to cry 
entire buckets. Something real – hungry, out behind the 
house, prowls beside that witch. She sharply 

may turn. Is this what makes her throw a can at it? 
Be not a stalker – make the night not 

ruined as hers hinges on so delicate a sight

by moonlight. She is binding sticks to make a soup of fish! 
Witch love will hold tight for a kitten by a 

hair on her chin, slip a stirring feeling known 
as touching hearts. It flows like a book of water, criminal 

word stretching into realms of heartache with dying 

metal cat statues her common ailment, her glimpse of 
cross bearing, a glove of prayer in her hand, quenching her kitten thirst

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