Yesterday at dVerse Poets Melissa presented us some artworks of Louis Wain and his famous cats as well as some of his story.
So from Melissa was this, “the assignment”, choose one of the artworks of Wain’s that she included in her post (dVerse link above) and write a poem of it. The only stipulation being that you cannot use the word “cat”, other cat terms are fine, just not the actual word cat.
I thought, and for those that may know me here in the Attic, well, ** something about cats? Now that’s kinda in my cat guy wheelhouse.
Of the choices, I opted for the flower eyed cat in his ‘untitled’ piece as cats are indeed beautiful and magical as Wain imagined.
** link to some silly cat posts
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I Bella (me & steve)
If apple could smell of fish heads and cliché’d claw thieving seaside shanty towns
I would be that of his eye
and have name to imply
my
place deserved in this window’s high carpeted altar
curled closer to the sun
god
in reverence of rays that exist but only, I know, to assist
my subsist
in a second coat’s
warmth
when fish heads might not be enough to fill
It might reflect that eye’s apple
even in petal bloom artist takes
for I am fields and grass and flowers to hunt among
or lounge more daydream of this sun
god
just closer now to earth taking in the full breadth
and what my name may be
simply for definition’s sake
of me and who is me to Steve and he to me
and our world under the sun
in windows once more
back
closer again worship
though …
I would be Bella
sun god wishing to rival now
the warm I send back in naps of grand small furry feline universe dreams
on bedded altars
or in fields of adventure flowers and grass
where I wore funny float down slow earth particle hats collecting my brow
and wanting to know why he’s never been as beautiful as me