Treasure Island

Kim van Breda

(1 February / Cape Town/ South Africa)

Blue Kitten Moon


Blue Kitten Moon

Desolate and azure the moon radiates its sphere
The global cerulean of Indigo casting light, creating a night that is clear
Emitting a transition of melancholy shedding...dispersing the inevitable direction of time
Distribution of cosmopolitan individuals who desperately endeavour to shine

An infantile metropolitan feline illuminated in its weightless dimension
No hope of the probability or likelihood for arranged intervention
Puritans dance to the tunes of an orbital planet
Improvised intent designed in unwritten aversions soon to be met


Kim van Breda- February 2013

Submitted: Thursday, April 04, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Kittens and the Moon- two of my favourite things. I wanted to combine these to with the 'blue' hue of injustice towards animals. Inspired by the picture- 'Blue Kitten Moon'

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  • Frank James Davis (4/12/2013 7:33:00 PM)

    Smartly styled, Kim!
    Fascinating subject matter and truly Impressive imagery, as well.
    Thoroughly enjoyed the read! (Report) Reply

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