Nine (a nonet)

I was Satan’s favourite smart cat,

Pitch, dreary, blackish in colour.

Wow! Was named nine times heigh-ho!

Greed, Sloth, Pride, Hiss, Hollow

The cruel monster aimed 

Nine times my head,

The devil banged.

I reeled,

Hell!

©Pushmaotee Subrun

Mauritius

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About Pushmaotee Subrun

Pushmaotee Fowdur Subrun was born in 1949 in Mauritius. She pursued higher studies in Delhi University where she graduated in English. For the past forty-four years she has worked in secondary schools, seven years of which she spent in Masvingo, Zimbabwe, teaching English in an army school. She completed her PGCE at the Mauritius Institute of Education in 1993. After her retirement, she was a member of the Council of the University of Mauritius for three years. She is currently a reader and editor in the Ministry of Arts and Culture. She has written one novel, one play and Short Stories and Fables. Her poems have featured in Setu Magazine, ‘Poetry and Creativity’ and in Atunis Poetry.

4 thoughts on “Nine (a nonet)

    1. Pushmaotee Subrun Post author

      Thank you so very much dear poet … it was a little hard to follow the requirements of a nonet…

      Reply
  1. Amita Paul

    Shades of Edgar Allan Poe’s short story in the Horror Genre, ‘ The Black Cat ‘ are invoked by this poem .
    The form inspired me to try my hand at it .

    DemonCats

    See BakeNeko NekoMata
    Japanese Cat Yokai,
    The Familiars
    Of old witches.
    So do I
    Like ‘em ?
    No.

    Three Different Names
    Every Cat must have
    Says TS Eliot
    Let us say Augustus
    A Formal Name
    Quaxo
    Unique
    Last
    Shh…

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    1. Pushmaotee Subrun Post author

      9 syllables …line 1
      8 …. line 2
      7… line 3
      6… line 4
      5… line 5
      4…line 6
      3…line 7
      2…line8
      1…syllable last line nine..is what I tried dear Amita…

      Reply

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