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Can I sharpen my claws?
Is it OK to scratch?
You don’t mind my paws
Do you?
Can I sit on the fridge
Watch you take the milk out
Is that cheese you are eating
Can I have just a bit?
Can I lick your face clean?
Are you loving my nose?
I am ready to preen
My whiskers and toes.
Do you think I am fat?
Do you love my long tail?
Can I sit on your hat?
After all I’m all cat. ..
Just when you think
The day couldn’t get more cat
Another view arrives
Like a third bus,
At the same time ,
With the same number,
On the same route.
Squashed on the lid
My well balanced cat
Canterlevered out
Over space,
Your spine curves and stretches
Round like a bridge
Supported at both ends
Strong.
Your head was tucked down
All snuggled till you saw me.
Levitation is your trick today.
Tomorrow is March
Month of winds
Whirling round
Sharp and clean..
March comes in
Like a lion
Fights with the world
Shreds trees.
Like a dragon
Breathing cold fire
Bringing rain
And late snow ….
Or
March comes in like a lamb
First day of meteorological spring…
Gentle breezes
Kiss the blossom
Arriving early
In warm breath.
Then the old saying goes
In like a lion, out like a lamb
Or
In like a lamb out like a lion…
Whatever way..
March Roars !
The cat lay on the mat,
paws curved under his chin.
Soft black and white fur.
Ready to purr ….
His eyes are sharp
His claws are sharper
A miaow of satisfaction
comes from his mouth
Asleep, but ready for action.
I wrote this poem in response to the prompt “light”. I am not sure how to do ping backs so I will put a link of it on Megha’s page. I am not sure if I’m doing it right. Anyway here is the poem:
Photons, floating through space
At breakneck speed.
Tinier than
The tiniest seed…
Particles or waves
Does anyone know?
It took scientists like Einstein
To try and show
That light is a constant
But only in space
In air it actually
Slows its pace
(slightly)
It pings and zings
It refracts and glows
Holograms shimmer
Insubstantial as mist.
Light is strengthened
and made to Lase
A coherent beam
That can burn and amaze
Light is part of the greatest equation
E=MC2 bright burst
radiation.
Feel like I’ve swallowed glass
Green sharp spikes
lance through my neck.
Swallowing gunge
My nose is burning
My eyes are running…
away from the pain
Limbs ache and feel heavy.
Gargle of salt in water
to ease the hot stabbing.
Shivers and shakes make me want to sob.
Where’s my breakfast, he says…..
You sparkled as you flew
high above me
a tail of fire,
comet like,
Greens and Golds.
Cold fire flew from you wings,
Hot fire your breath.
Feathers of glass or crystal
tied with silver wire
Shreak of sound
high register like a whistle…
Then a shrinking bloom of fire
like time-lapse in reverse
your feathers folding in
wormhole like
creating a single golden glowing egg
Once created, to hatch and grow again.
Branches and limbs thinning and curving
Straggling twigs like fly away hair.
Skeletal, swooping and sweeping
Black trunk against white clouds.
Old birds nest up high
A roost for a crow?
Like an old venous or arterial system
Your juices are not flowing now
Sclerotic and tired
Can you be rejuvenated
Will your sap rise again?
Are buds hidden,
Waiting to burst-
Stay a while and see
Wait out the winter
Then explode like a firework blooming in light.
Sometimes you just have to let go,
Surprise yourself and others
With something new
A different hue,
Pebbles in a universe of colour,
Expanding infinities
Giddy splashes
Patterns on patterns
Textures and flashes
Giving new thought oxygen
Allowing it to breathe or burn….
I did it again today,
Forgot my phone.
I didn’t have it with me
I’d put it down..
Somewhere…
My mind was elsewhere
Just not here.
So I put it down
And forgot….
That phone has a camera
A way of seeing
And recording my life…
To add to an album
Of happiness or horror.
But without my phone
I am no one
Only memories to remember…….
Mallaband-Brown