Mr Slinkmaster
written by: Elizabeth Barton
@DestinyAngel25
The colour of cinnamon
and as sleek as an Indian sari
he moves through the room,
a wave of silk on warmth,
a trick of light catches the eye
before he is gone in a fluttering blur.
Light as air, a breath of wind
in feline shape; a thought, a brush of fur,
a glimpse of tail gleefully raised,
he parades as silent as a ghost.
A trickster of form, he bends at will
lustrous light with dainty feet.
He slips through my dreams
blithe as wind-sucked flame,
flitting in lapis night, a shadow-
burnished jewel, lambent
genie-smoke on sleeping retina;
tiptoe, elusive, he stalks the dawn.
Elizabeth Barton
Elizabeth Barton is an artist and poet from New Zealand, with work featured in Pink Plastic House, Fevers of the Mind, Black Bough Poetry’s Rapture and Christmas/Winter Edition 2021 and Vita Brevis Literature, Nothing Divine Dies. A winner of the 2020 White Label Cinq competition, she has a forthcoming poetry collection to be published by Hedgehog Poetry Press. Her art is in private and public collections worldwide, including the V & A Prints Collection, London.
Latest posts by Elizabeth Barton (see all)
- Splendor Solis - December 23, 2022
- Mr Slinkmaster - November 5, 2022
- Lilith - March 8, 2022
