sand deeply insistently


Winged Wind


Poem at 4.43 pm

I’m ready now to leave the house.

My dressing gown

thrown on the bed.

I knew she’d go for that

and make her own bed.


And she knew I was watching her closely.

Nearby lay my Sunday best clothes,

just as tempting to her. Her claws

go out to them. It was not

easy to do; shoo her away.

And relenting she went back

to her favourite anyway.


Here is her church of thankfulness.

I go to commune with my friends

knowing she’ll stay here the rest

of the day. And we’ll both

have made prayers of gratitude.


Her devotion is unbearable.

It is now late in the day.

How favourite can my

dressing gown be

to my little cat?


Benita H. Kape © 20.1.2019




Influence for this poem from the lines “Do cats pray when they sleep?” Mary Oliver

Poem I Happen To Be Standing


Mary is the name on all our lips today (Mary Oliver)


On the Loss of a Poet who said:

“the tree is my sister”

                        Mary Oliver

Mary is the name on all our lips today;

those who love nature,

those who love poetry,

geese and ponds, snow –

     things that are gentle

like all things in nature.

She gave us a thousand mornings

in but one poem

in many; spring mornings

or snow. She knows the sea

will go on doing its work.

And she is with Molly now.

Benita H. Kape © 19.1.2019



Variegated Leaves (Haiga)


Green Springs the New Year



  Green Springs the New Year

(First poem for the New Year 2019)


It grows, it grows I want to sing;

this Hoya cutting at my door;

well, all three cuttings; one struggling

more so than the other two, which have

sprung so gorgeously, greenly into life

as we slip into the New Year.


It seemed right there should be one

loitering, one which held onto the force

of the year just gone with its unique

ups and downs.


Hoya are long-lived plant life. These

Hoya have the company of a kitsch cat;

the bewildered look on her metal face

was not to be resisted and in the presence

of my sister, who loathes cats, I purchased her.

She is the first thing that greets me at my

back door this, and every morning. The Hoyas

will be moved on to more suitable Hoya

growing cavities within the house. They

could take over the house because who

in their right mind would want to cut

them back. And so the cat goes on

looking bewildered at the strange things

I do year in, year out. Her head on a spring,

I make sure she nods her approval. At a push

she could maybe wave her head in disapproval,

a much harder thing for this cat to do.


And walking into my New Year,

greeting cat,  who gives me such hope.

(This cat does have a name. It is Noeline;

and yes you’ve guessed it, for my sister).


By the time next Christmas and New Year

arrive, how much will have changed,

or should that be – how much the world

will have again changed? Much more so

than three struggling Hoya cuttings springing

greenly and gorgeously into life. And life

will have ways other in which we will remember

both the sad and the beautiful.


Benita H. Kape © 2.1.2019