My cat found her haven on the window sill.
Month: Feb 2015
Writing 201: Future
The future starts in the past
The past ends in the future
Your first rites turn into your last
The moment you cease to nurture
Cherish yourself as the first
No one knows you but you
How you bury in you the worst
And shy away from the best too
The worst ordeal is the middle
Plodding through the dull present
Allow your best virtue, your worst evil
Only the mediocre are wholly decent
The future begins in your first breath
The past is the moment of your death
Weekly Photo Challenge: Reward
My reward for anything is that I have a cosy home and a domestic cat in it to return to, unlike this skinny stray thing of a cat spotted in a hospital complex. In response to WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: Reward.
Men and Cats, Cats and Men
Writing 201: Landscape
This is a poem found entirely in Robert Crawford’s monograph On Glasgow and Edinburgh (2013).
On Glasgow and Edinburgh by Robert Crawford
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Carefully researched and attractively written, this is a highly informative and insightful guide to both cities on their own and in contrast with each other.
The Athens of the North:
Blackwood’s Edinburgh Magazine,
Chamber’s Edinburgh Journal.
Here I stand at
The Cross of Edinburgh,
And can, in a few minutes, take
Fifty men of genius and learning by the hand.
A city of grand,
Often riverless bridges;
Some historic streets are windswept
In their elevation,
Others oddly and fascinatingly
Mary King’s Close,
Beneath the Royal Mile’s City Chambers,
Has a haunted, museum-like stillness.
A museum exhibit,
A splendid stage set,
A wonderful museum of itself.
Writing 201: Drawer
Oh, drawer, what treasures you hold
Buried in sand, dirt or clay
To be scooped out every day
I can smell the scent
Of a present
Left by my cat, the cunning fox
In the drawer of her litter box
Writing 201: Fingers
Thick, short, cold fingers digging in the thin, soft, warm skin. Digging, ripping, tearing like claws, knives, forks. The flesh splitting, yielding, giving in – unfeeling, uncaring, dead meat. This is him eating his chicken meal.
Writing 201: Hero(ine)
A hero began
Everyman grew up
Everyman broke up
Everyman sobered up
Becoming bitter and brave
Daring to kill the ill
The ill that never will
Live again good and brave
A hero became
A hero went and
As a hero
Thoughts you think when tied to the sink
Ambition, aspiration, art
Life, love, liberty
Put an end to it