My boy cats twin
Came in tonight
Peering round the door
He’s got the same splodge
On his nose
Or just a little more?
T’other cat assumed the pose
Of cat ready to pounce
Then off he shot
And saw it off
Through the catflap
With a Roar!
Another cat?
Tag: Poetry
Springs coming
Flowers are coming
So is the green
Hoping I’m grinning
When they are seen
Multicoloured blooms
Loom out of the gloom!
Daisies and daffodils
And snowdrops too
Reflecting a sky
Of brilliant blue!
My old sandals
Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.
Not flip flos
Not beach sandals
Proper walking sandals
Have taken me up and down
Hills and paths
Through fords
Into the sea
On hot days and pebble beaches
Foreshore, piers
Along garden paths
Looking for minnows
In shallows
Sandals that supported me
Sandals that transported me
Sandals I tore off
When my feet got stuck in mud
Sandals that wore out
Heels worn down
Sandals full of grit and memory
That guided my feet..
To you
He used to climb
When he was young he used to climb
But I had no head for heights
He’d climb down cliffs
Or up tall pikes
While I stood by in fear
He’d disappear below my view
And I would cower in dread
Till he came back from his perch
On steps above the sea.
He never slipped, or dropped or fell
I was so proud of him
While I crawled on hands and knees
A victim of vertigo,
Atop the smallest hill!
Now he had fallen out of sight
Never to reappear
But I will wait and hope one day
I’ll join him safely, my fate?
Unvalentines day
It didn’t happen
No rose
No wine
No sweet kiss
Just your presence
Missed.
Cat watching TV
Something caught her eye
Startled, she looked
Cat treats,
Her favourite
There on the screen
In front of her
Then gone, in a flash!
Disappointed
She washes and settles.
It’s not sound that gets her interest,
But vision.
Catty
Sweet boy
I see him smile
His eyes crinkle
His nose soft
White paws and socks
Whiskers bright
He loves me, is happy
No claws today
Except in the new chair
But I forgive
Purr…
Then grab a toy
And play!
Sleep
I want to sleep soundly
Breathe roundly
Feel calmly relaxed
I don’t want pain
Or even gain
Just deep sleep
Snoring softly
Waking from lofty
Dreams and slumbers
Castles and clouds
Instead of eyes opening
On a dark night
Onto an empty space
Alone
Getting rid of clutter
Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.
I promise myself
To get rid of clutter
But it piles up
More comes through the door
And more and more
Not neat and tidy
Not filed in folders
But piled in boxes
On cupboards
On a chair
On the sofa
In bags.
Oh heavens
Will I ever declutter?
Flying
Never flown
Never will
Can you make me?
Not unless I’m asleep
Completely unconscious
The world blotted out?
But what about
My carbon flight print?
I would not fly far
Maybe, island hop, to Skye?
Perhaps I could hanglide?
Or take a hot air balloon
Over my home town.
Or an airship blimp?
Parachute strapped to my back
Or wings glued on like Icarus?
Don’t get too close to the sun
But I would have my eyes closed
Vertigo engaged.
I would rather NOT fly.
Mallaband-Brown 