Due: January 30th Andrew Lawson
11-2
A Child’s hour of dream

An image imprinted into my memory
A gray cat which the earth has bestowed grace
And the gift to guide those lost along their way
Her left eye, the gleaming moon
A dark path of shadows and nightmares
Screaming and piercing glares
Her right eye, the glimmering sun
Blistering heat, bright rays come down
Refugee is searched for but not found
Her hair is that of the sea
Who’s waves flow slow, steady
And a tail which is that of a branch
That nurtures fruit to ready
What she bares can be sweet and bring joy
Or that of Adam’s downfall
Where she walks, death becomes flourished
Flowers grow and the soil rich
Where she walks, beauty crumbles
Plants decay and sink into earth
She presents the steps to Olympus,
Where mortals walk among gods
Carefree
She leads those to the Gates of Hades,
Where mortals succumb to anguish
Bonded
This cat doesn’t have a name
She’s just an angel
Who guides and watches over me
A babe in a manger
She led me to a twilight grove
Where I am safe from harm
Here, stars light the sky in a chromatic array
The trees protected us, it was safe to lay
The grove is my regal utopia
Vindication from the outside world
For I am only but a little girl
And my strength yet to unfurl
There the gray cat and I lay
Waiting for freedom
And a better day


My poem is based around Ginnie's dream of a Gray Cat. Not many details are given about the dream so i had a lot of room to be creative.