I think cats are magnets
Magnitised to heat
Attracted like North poles
To the South Pole
of the heater.
Lines of force,
Pulling them in,
But not too close
Too much heat repels
Just enough to warm
Their iron filing fur…
Heat seekers…
Warm cats
Tag: Poem
If he loses?
A non partisan poem?
The clock is ticking.
If he loses
Will the World end?
No
Will my heart stop?
No.
Will a war start?
No
Things will change slowly
Life will continue
Death will continue
But
He will sell snow
In the Arctic
He will sell coal
To Miners
He will make himself
Great again.
Mask
You are a mask
You mask your face
You mask your mouth
Your smile is hidden
Dark holes
where your eyes should be
Hiding so much meaning
Muffled
Held in
Good or bad
How can I know
Cryptic?
Cute
Cat
Cute
Cuddly
Cheeky
Cheerful
Catalogue
Caterpillar?
Chuckling
Cheering
Charm
Cool
Cat….
horse on its side
OK, I dont know why I like this
but this horse
on its side
could be stone
waiting to be carved
hewn out of rock
pumice from a volcano
found in an ancient town
or modern art
tipped sideways to shock
graffitti painted in white
on a famous building?
or slapped onto shutters
before they open
to the next day’s sun.
Leaves
You left me.
Fluttering to the ground
Piled up around me
Shrouding my roots
Free from my twigs
You colour the land
Leaves leave
Only a few left
To detach eventually
In winter storms.
Keeping warm
Cats are heat seekers
They seek the sun
The light
The warmth
Cats know
Where to go
On top of the fridge
Up on a cuboard
Heat rises
So do cats
Surveying their world
Their domain
Kingdom or Queendom
Whatever the outlook
On the windowsill
Over the radiator.
No doubt about it
Cats are hot!
This face
This face
was chasing a spider,
five minutes ago.
This face
stole the beef
off my sandwich
this face
pushes her nose
in my face
when I’m sleeping,
pushes her paws
under the bedsheets.
Beware the claw!
This face
loves my knees,
that’s why
she reaches up
and puts her claws in them.
This face,
so bright, so cute, so sweet!
A year ago,
Across the tracks
A year ago
The trees had changed
The wind did blow
Leaves on the line
Stopped the train
No steam appears
On time or later
When fallen leaves
Cause a layer
Of mulched and damp
Leaf shaped litter.
Vampire eyes?
No it can’t be
In a mirror?
You wouldn’t see
My eyes reflect
My thoughts
My fears
My age
My tears.
I do not seek blood,
I seek love.
Mallaband-Brown 