Black Cat

A Black Cat

appraises me with wide eyes,

sickly yellowed windows that show nothing but fallacy; all lies.

Dark are the places where its filthy paws have crept,

away to hidden holes, where misplaced secrets are unceremoniously swept.

Sharp little claws,

scratching to expose my every flaw.

The swinging of its anathema tail,

leaves the air sickly, quiet, and pale.

With a rasping hiss,

a pestilence has come; heralding Death’s cold kiss.

Reviews

[maria ( rose)]

creative idea love the theme and the way you emphasized the black cat in all its mysterious ways.
thanks for sharing,,,
maria rose..

[Aidan]

Thanks for taking the time to read!

[David Darabian]

Wonderfully dark with a nice flow. Couldn't decide whether it reminded me of Poe's The Raven or something from Lovecraft. Anyway, both are great authors well worth being compared to, and I think that this poem had that kind of spooky and mystical atmosphere.
Loved how it began, especially "sickly yellowed windows that show nothing but fallacy; all lies." Wasn't too fond of the "... expose my every flaw." maybe that could be worded differently since to me it disrupted the flow a bit. All in all, a great poem. Thanks for sharing!

[Aidan]

Thanks for the review! Both Poe and Lovecraft are huge inspirations to me, particularly The Raven. I agree with your comments on the "claws" line as well; it doesn't flow quite as well as I'd like it to.