Saturday, April 9, 2011

Day 8 and Day 9

After the minor meltdown which Day 7 predicted, I am back! with two poems to make up for yesterday.

1.
[nursery rhyme prompt :)]

The dandelion's growling
The dogwood's barking mad
These leafy beasts don't scare me --
(well, maybe just a tad)



2.
Island Cat [rewrite]

August is ended.
One by one, tourists head for cooler climes
Everyone must go.
Yet when the final door is locked
She will curl among the browning pines
To dream of lonely things.
On the sand, their paths uncrossed
Gull, plover, fox and she-cat
Parallel lines, heading deep into winter.

December passes,
And sand blows like snow.
Her footsteps are licked clean by waves;
The trees turn her leavings to mulch,
Her kittens are become sand on the shoreline.
She herself is tossed and tumbled
In a brutal surf.
When winter frosts the whitecaps, she is there:
Small, windswept figure
Dark against the icy sea.


July is begun.
Umbrellas bloom in the hot, sandy soil
Birds fill blue skies with the sounds of living
The summer folk return
To the place of their origin.
Impermanent beings, they do not know
Of her, who tiptoes at the edges. But she knows them.
Her eyes hold the winter
So they don’t have to.

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