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Watts's Cat!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN THE HAND OF GOD</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In & out<br>amongst</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sunlight & shadows</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the dead <br>come alive</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as we speak<br>their names</div><div style="margin:10px 0">make them real again<br>let them live in our voices</div><div style="margin:10px 0">each tombstone<br>eager for us</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to say them<br>into living</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when out of<br>nowhere</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a very Victorian looking<br> chap</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(the image<br>of Mr. Watts) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">pops up<br>as if he were<br> <br>the old guy<br>himself...in the flesh</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tired of the grave<br>and dying to stretch his legs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We turn<br>a corner</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and he is gone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">lost amongst<br>shadows</div><div style="margin:10px 0">blinded by the sun</div><div style="margin:10px 0">leaving us only<br>this ginger & white cat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">who kindly<br>shows us around</div><div style="margin:10px 0">mewing loudly<br>all the time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">***</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THEIR HOPE IS FULL OF IMMORTALITY</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sunlight<br>shines through a church of trees</div><div style="margin:10px 0">deciduous <br>stained glass leaves</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God moving<br>in his usual mysterious ways</div><div style="margin:10px 0">shadows gathering<br>like worshippers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as the day’s prayer<br>comes to an end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">****</div><div style="margin:10px 0">BE MY VOICE NEITHER FEARED NOR FORGOTTEN</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We pat<br>the cat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(all purrs) </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> & turn<br>towards the turn</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of the hill<br>only</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to encounter<br>it instantly again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">& then turn<br>again to see it still</div><div style="margin:10px 0">behind us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We see we saw it<br>but can’t believe what we’ve seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our minds swing<br>see-sawing our senses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His son<br>it seems</div><div style="margin:10px 0">has appeared<br>on the scene</div><div style="margin:10px 0">younger but<br>the same</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in colour and configuration</div><div style="margin:10px 0">which thus explains<br>the cat’s bi-location.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mr. Young Cat<br>disappears as quietly<br>as it had appeared</div><div style="margin:10px 0">& Mr. Old Cat<br>still loudly laughing at</div><div style="margin:10px 0">our confusion<br>continues</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to show us<br>around</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as if he were<br>Mr. Watts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">reincarnated in<br>ginger & white</div><div style="margin:10px 0">& answering now<br>to the name Tom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>***</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE GARMENTS OF PRAISE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Entering <br>the Watts’s Cemetery</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we are greeted <br>by the cat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">who<br>without much ado</div><div style="margin:10px 0">escorts us from<br>tombstone to tombstone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">mewing among<br>magnificent yew trees</div><div style="margin:10px 0">keeping up<br>a running commentary.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Neither of us<br>speaks cat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(it’s mews to us) <br>but we get the gist<br>of what he’s at.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here he rests<br>on a memorial bench.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here he sits<br>upon the hump of a grave</div><div style="margin:10px 0">following us<br>into Lady Mary’s Chapel</div><div style="margin:10px 0">still acting<br>as our tour guide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He escorts us<br>off the premises</div><div style="margin:10px 0">after we pay his fee<br>(yet another tickle...yet another cuddle) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We give him a tip<br>a chuck under the chin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Miaow! ” he says to us<br>“Miaow! ” we say to him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Both of us fluent now<br>in Cat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We turn<br>seeing him become</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a shade<br>lost among shadows</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as he awaits<br>the next customers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">unlatching the gate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>***<br> <br>Written today after a visit to the amazingly beautiful WATTS CHAPEL...the Arts and Crafts Memorial to the great Victorian painter G. F. Watts designed by his wife Mary to be a magnificent jewel in the world of architecture...if architecture could be a poem then this chapel is it. Our visit was made all the more worthy by the attentions of a very old cat who made himself part and parcel of our visit. He and it - a delight to the senses and to the heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=D%C3%B3nall+Dempsey">Dónall Dempsey</a><div class=q>
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In & out
amongst

sunlight & shadows

the dead 
come alive

as we speak
their names

make them real again
let them live in our voices

each tombstone
eager for us

to say them
into living

when out of
nowhere

a very Victorian ..."></div>
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