FinalsA Poem by BeccySilence - Oh! That blessed state, where nervous rank and file await - in blinkered head down concentration and soon to come deliberation, where not the slightest scratch of pen disturbs the meditative Zen. But then, if briefly, swings the door, a pace outside, then one pace more; and from within, so lightly heard, rustled paper, a soft spoke word. The cat is missing, the mice will dance when 'ere the moment falls to chance Quando il gatto manca, i topi ballano (when the cat is missing, the mice dance) A friend of mine challenged me to write a poem about this Italian proverb and a brief moment of respite from long ago sprang instantly to mind.
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Added on May 1, 2019Last Updated on May 1, 2019 AuthorBeccyUnited KingdomAboutI'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..Writing
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