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    Black Cat and Other Poems
    Black Cat and Other Poems
    Black Cat and Other Poems
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    Black Cat and Other Poems

    By Shirley Siaton

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    Thank you.
    For the pain, through which I grope
    my way in dazed wakefulness.
    The void, where my tongue-tips
    catch the essence of a hungering moon.

    A collection of free verses written over the years in various stages of a young woman's life, 'Black Cat and other poems' is a journey of self-discovery, awareness and growth.

    Each poem is a story culled from an existence well savored, much like a cat's fabled nine lives. There are tales of lust, loss, melancholy, decay and awakening.

    Author Shirley Siaton gives her heart, body and soul to the reader bare-bones, with no inhibitions or pretensions.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherShirley Siaton
    Release dateJan 28, 2024
    ISBN9798987817308
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