Domesticated
Imperially
she owns the tufted
Redgrave chair,
flicks not a whisker
as she saunters past three dogs
who diligently avoid eye contact -
no contest
the early morning sunspot
belongs to her.
A world encased
about her protectively,
yet she's drawn to the kill -
chatters and stalks,
tense behind glass. "Domesticated"
or so we tell ourselves.
by Margaret Bednar, August 3, 2014
This is for "Imaginary Garden of Real Toads - Flash 55" a story or poem in 55 words - no more, no less. The images above I took on my iPhone and then used an app called "Waterlogue".
14 comments:
Perfect ending!
Oh, if it weren't for the glass. Perfect, Margaret.
Your art work is neat too. I like the first one, the cat seems to be very much in abstract. I like her tan boots.
..
pics are lively.....a perfect write...
Those pictures are awesome, Margaret and your poem is just so beautifully phrased in 55 words to produce the perfect portrait.
I read somewhere (too lazy to find the citation) that US household cats have wreaked havoc on bird populations, killing something like 100 million a year ~
Love the last line and the images, too.
I love the word saunter here and the image of the dogs not making eye contact. I feel sad in the end that she is watching the world from the window.
Waterlogued I notice.
I'm so annoyed that they don't make this app for desktops. I'm still landline-bound.
Gorgeous lines and pictures.
You've captured the being of a cat perfectly(and beautifully).
Love the pictures, too
what a pretty kitty! love this homage, Margaret, just love it. especially your brilliant first word/line. perfect!
That's me, a domesticated man!
Cats are definitely and defiantly different.
I love the art. Is that yours or a photo program? Doesn't matter still beautiful
Love how the app turned you photos into paintings..."yet she's drawn t the kill" love that
Your artwork is beautiful, as is your poetry. There is always something wild in even the most spoiled house cat. Unfortunately, at times this can manifest in heartbreaking ways. My son adopted a formerly feral cat from the humane society three years ago. Sadly, she got out when I was bringing groceries in and ran off somewhere. We never saw her again. :-(
Thank you for visiting Poetry of the Netherworld and for your kind comment on my poem in honor of my father.
Post a Comment