I CALL YOUR NAME

A couple of weeks ago I said I would take a poem to the Secret Poets for their opinions on it, we met last week. You can read the previous incarnation of the poem here.

IN SEARCH OF A MISSING CAT

Electric light in a bramble tunnel

that links parts of my geography

in a way I had no idea of until now

All the while I call your name

that little whistle that denotes your dinner

Thankfully the rain has stopped

Strangers offer suggestions

shake their heads

wish me luck

The emphasising beam of the torch

seems to increase the distance

space becomes infinite

I decide to return home

check the house on the off chance

only to discover a sleeping kitten

amid the chaos he has made

of pulled-up carpet and underlay

in the middle bedroom behind the shut door

Pleasingly there was not much to change. In the fourth stanza "spaces become infinite" has changed into "space becomes infinite". Most discussion centred on the word locked and how much it was different to shut. The bedroom door had been shut not locked. The word shut carries less negative connotations than locked. The poem is now complete. Thank you Secrets.

Here's Murray Head with Affair Across a Crowded Room.

Until next time.