Wind In My Tail; Self Portrait – 2019 – 31st March

          Prompt: To write a Self Portrait

Wind In My Tail, Self Portrait

 

I wear the colours black and white

with nothing in between.  My black

leather lips reaching high, hoping

for my mistress’s kiss.

 

I have never borne a kitten. I see little

company other than my own; and hers.

 

Food set out, the run of the cottage;

I long ceased to bring a near dead

mouse to her door.

 

She has set the boundaries. But I must

break out for play, and flip the mat

or creep beneath; and now I rush

from room to room.

 

She only laughs and says “You got

wind in your tail?” The evening agenda

ruined again.

 

Can she not jump from chair to chair?

slide across a slippery floor and flip

to fully reveal the whitest of white bellies.

 

Though I may sit on her warm knee,

and yes, close to her clothed belly;

I know it no match for mine.

 

One day will she not change places with me

while I write a poem about her?

 

Benita Kape © 1.4.2019 for 31.3.2019 NaPoWriMo 2019

 

Advertisement

Game Play NaPoWriMo 16.4.2018

 

Game   Play

 

why the game

the game is

that today is no game

today is no game that

play the score

the score played

again the score today

and tomorrow whatever

whatever and tomorrow

what is the game

the game is what

and why tomorrow

tomorrow and why game

when and why tomorrow

begins to score

             begin

                        the game

play       playing        played

Benita Kape © 16.4.2018

 

In this vein, our (optional, as always) prompt for the day asks you to write a poem that prominently features the idea of play. It could be a poem about a sport or game, a poem about people who play (or are playing a game), or even a poem in the form of the rules for a sport or game that you’ve just made up (sort of like Calvinball).