The Grey Lady

He watched her walking through the night

Into the darkness of life

To the ever changing days

She glanced with the words trailing

You can’t see me

In the night all cats are grey

It’s always been that way

Did you see the sign

Walking towards

Like death walking towards that point

But going no further

Not when the gravestones scream

Injustice

For the mourned

They watch in the night

For that glimpse

As the rising mist

Touch her aura

In a strange way

We rejoice

Watching her walking through the night

Whispering

You can’t see me

In the night all cats are grey.

Reviews

[Ruth]

And yet the things deemed impossible or unseen are often possible and indeed seen more than most know, I enjoyed this Paul, dark, mysterious and inviting :)

[Paul Bell]

Definitely, amazing what we see in the night.

[Seriana]

Beautifully haunting in a comfortable sort of way. They eyes play tricks in night shadows.

I really like this poem alot and enjoyed the read. :)

[Paul Bell]

We could have joined our poems together.
Both a bit eerie.

[duff]

Oh man I like this. So much to wander with. Dark and mysterious things taking place. Mystical work Paul.

[Paul Bell]

This is why i stay in at night now. Well, that and the pubs are shut.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Oh amazing
I loved this
Especially the cats

[Paul Bell]

Cats are pretty weird creatures, they sort dare you to come near.

[Betty Hermelee]

A very ethereal poem, rather maudlin, but very interesting you have created here; I'm not sure if this is sort of a ghost, who wanders at night and speaks of death, graveyards, mourners; maybe we are just sick of our people dying (pandemic) and this points out how awfully creepy it really is. "The night cats are all grey"; does that refer to all the dead??? or the dying people you never see? Well written poem, aptly related to our present circumstances. Best, Betty

[Paul Bell]

Hopefully the good times are around the corner.

[Betty Hermelee]

Hopefully so!

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Touch her aura

"In a strange way
We rejoice
Watching her walking through the night
Whispering
You can’t see me
In the night all cats are grey."....Mad Kudos for this brilliant writing!
This is such a different style for you Paul, and you truly slay it-pun intended! Floating phantasm- a walking-dead female Reaper stalks the Keats-like lines, like the Reaper we have all come to fear. There is Mexican lore of such a female called La Llorona (The Weeping Woman)who appeared walking to bring children and others into the afterlife-you'll find her song here:

https://www.google.com/search?q=la+llorona+lyrics&oq=la+lor&aqs=chrome.5.69i57j0i10i433j46i10i131i433j46i175i199j46i10i131i433j0i10i433j0.12846j0j1&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8

or just google: la llorona lyrics English translation

Your artistry is so manifest in this timely and perfect write. Master-Class work.

[Paul Bell]

They are fine lyrics. I could live off lyrics like that for years. Hope things are going well. You getting your second jab in 3 weeks or 12 like the brits.

[Stella Armour]

Very haunting imagery Paul,
i like it but i don't like cats grey or otherwise lol they give me the creeps ...

[Paul Bell]

Grey cats in the night, you're bound to fall over them.

[Cherrie]

Great job capturing the essence of a mood, and the fading glimpse of the invisible.

[Paul Bell]

The night does bring out the weird, probably due to lockdown only cats are allowed out.

[Lydia Shutter]

We may not see her slinking up to pounce, but she will....and sometimes when we are not expecting her to. This past year has been a difficult one. Seems death is working overtime. No, we can not see her.....but we know she is out there and we have to be wary. Excellent write, Paul. Lydi**

[Paul Bell]

Definitely, Lydia, we expect death as inevitable, but the scale was just overwhelming. Hopefully good times ahead.

[Einstein Noodle]

love what Ditzy Cat says .. she captures your poem as from one Cat to another can. ;) a difficult year of suffering and fear .. i am a bit weird when it comes to tombstones .. especially very old ones and i find solace walking lightly among them ... surely they are screaming these days .. and those lines send chills upon me ... the unseen ... ignites fears and exaggerations of imaginings ... Covid and surrounding humans from the beginning only fostered them ... i am very fortunate i know; as my life has been little touched by it .. finally the world is making the turn on this thing, i think ... i feel a collective sigh of relief in less deaths and hospitalizations and the vaccine being given. nice work with the metaphor throughout .. and as the "Lady" she commands respect ... she is nothing to trifle with eh!? a very different poem form you Paul ... well said says i!
E.

[Paul Bell]

Yeah, 2020 sure was the year to forget, but I also think a lot of good things happened too. We actually came together more and helped each other. Glad the vaccines going well though, I need the sun.