I Bella (me & steve) – (poem)

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