Sunday, April 9, 2017


the chamber door
a rustle of purple curtains
oh curious midnight !

By the merest chance
Edgar; do you have a cat
named 'Jennyanydots' ?

praying the rosary
dawn falling away in my garden
I espy
new flowers on an old shrub
I could wear that colour lipstick
© gillena cox 2017

Process Note
The poem goes like this:
Edgar Allan Poe tweets, from The Raven to T.S. Eliot, who reply-tweets from his The Old Gumbie Cat. Then i tweet using motifs from Saturday night to today, Sunday midday.
After church yesterday evening, a stray cat slinked through my front gate, before me. Then last night
I dreamt that my neighbourhood was turned into a wasteland, there i stood in my dream-defiant mode:
i wasn’t leaving; so i pulled out my cellphone, called my husband and complained. Old grey dreadlocked wizard that he was, he quickly whisked me back home. So here i am folks, out of dreamscape today Sunday. I prayed my rosary this morning. And i'm here with my tweet poem sharing now.

Blog hopping today at
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Twitter Me a Gothic Poem

Magaly is prompting today. She has asked for: a new 3-stanza poem, where each stanza contains 140 characters or fewer and follows these guidelines: the 1st stanza will be a tweet from one of the thirteen writers listed below. The 2nd stanza will be a reply to the first tweet, by a different writer from the list. The 3rd stanza will be your reply/input/commentary to the exchange between the two writers.


9 April 2015