Catmint Tea

Catmint Tea

The cat and I are quite alike, these winter nights:
I consult thesauruses; he forages for mice.
He prowls the darkest corners, while I throw the dice
Of rhyme and rummage through the OED's delights.

He's all ears and eyes and whiskery antennae
Bristling with the whispered broadcast of the stars,
And I have cruised the ocean of a thousand bars,
And trawled a thousand entries at the dawn of day.

I plucked another goose-quill from the living wing
And opened up my knife, while Cat unsheathed his claws.
Our wild imaginations started to take wing.

We rolled in serendipity upon the mat.
I forged a chapter of the Universal Laws.
Then he became the man, and I became the cat.


from The Twelfth of Never (Gallery Press/Wake Forest University Press, 1986), copyright © Ciaran Carson 1998 used by permission of the author and publishers

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1Belfast Confetti

1Campaign

3Slate Street School

4Asylum

5Snow

6Hairline Crack

7Bloody Hand

8The Knee

9Hamlet

10Eesti

11K

12L

13O

14S

15Delta

16Tango

17Tib's Eve

18The Poppy Battle

19Salt of the Earth

20Dark Rosaleen

21Catmint Tea

221798

23Fear

24Belfast

25Home

26The Gladstone Bar, circa 1954

27Trap

28Horse at Balaclava, 1854

29Blink

30War

31Skip

32Fragment

33Harvest

34Siege

35Exile

Books by Ciaran Carson