WEN: 322FF0
Exhibitor Name: Louise Moises
Division: Poetry (Adults)
Class: 01 Poetry
Bedside Literature Cautiously the cat steps on the mountain of books on my husband’s side of the bed, the side now vacant and cold. Pawing across the slippery covers, whiskers working, he sniffs the corners, of the pillow that lacks an impression, declining to violate the sacred space, hunting instead through the bedside library. The cat carefully steps over non-fiction, ignores the novels, apparently, preferring poetry, he noses among the accumulation of poets. Curling finally in a ball of fur, he lets his white paws rest on T.S. Eliot, his chin on Wallace Stevens, a sweep of tail on Robert Frost. He closes his eyes and dreams at first in perfect sentences. He stirs and shifts his visions to iambic pentameter wrapping his entire body around Keats. nibbles at the loose pages, assesses the familiar authors. He feels the cold loneliness
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