Silent poetry reading

It’s that day again – the Feast of St Brigid, when bloggers hold a silent poetry reading.

It’s pretty late here, but not too late. Ruth has started really enjoying poems – this is one of my recent favourites:

My Uncle Paul of Pimlico
Has seven cats as white as snow,
Who sit at his enormous feet
And watch him, as a special treat,
Play the piano up side-down,
In his delightful dressing-gown;
The firelight leaps, the parlour glows,
And, while the music ebbs and flows,
They smile (while purring the refrains),
At little thoughts that cross their brains

Mervyn Peake

(It’s those little thoughts crossing their brains – gets me every time )

three comments:

Plays the piano upside-down!? Lemme think about that for a moment…

Mary deB () (link) - 02 February '08 - 23:44

I love that last line, too!

Chris () (link) - 03 February '08 - 01:09

Especially when those little thoughts are probably devilish. Cute poem!

Carrie K () (link) - 04 February '08 - 03:40

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