Yes, yes—finally something that everyone can call a sonnet. Albeit a bit cutesy, maybe, or light at any rate—but too much so? Don’t think so. (Do I remember once seeing a discussion of the unsuitability of cat poems to TDE!?) The setting up is good but I’m not sure about “breeding bats / in this old belfry” and then, “spin[ning] unheard-of nightmares in diminished brains.” Also, is “Hoarder” as title supposed to make us think of the herding of cats? (That question neither negative or positive—just a question.)
I’m crazy about the fabric references—how “washed, unironed taffeta” is perfect! and how “crepey” is so close to “creepy,” but isn’t.
I must say it’s a relief to see this sonnet among the finalists!
Marta
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