Cat’s Calliope (poem)

by Stephen J Frankenberry

A prompt at dVerse Poets from Mish about “noise” and to write a poem of such.

The prompt is here.

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Cat’s Calliope

A cat purrs soft thunder

from far hills

in my ear through the filter of the top of my head

on shared pillow

(80/20 – as per cat “share” specs)

bringing soft rhythmic distance to my sleep’s  

discomfort

to tame its anger of

day’s dangerous entreats

to eclipse the balm

.

of a cat’s tail worn

as wax curled mustache

in the night

under fancy cat hat

at carnivals of light and hot buttered

sugar powdered smells

and steam calliope song tells

from atop a barking box of megaphoned fun

for all lad’s and lass

to be had

from under a cat’s ass

away from devils of the day

who want loud say

in your deep

in their creep

your wake

your sleep

.

save for

a cat’s tale of soft thunder

in the distance  

moving away

dark days

leaving just lightly breathed pillowed patters of rain

to no carnival guests disdain as they dance  

and prance under their own hats

.

they will fade, purrs the cat

the accurs-sed

the devils

for now

short long

while the calliope plays

familiar songs                                                      

9 thoughts on “Cat’s Calliope (poem)”

  2. Wonderful. I especially love these lines… “cat’s tale of soft thunder / in the distance /moving away / dark days / leaving just lightly breathed pillowed patters of rain”

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  4. As a cat owner and lover – I have two – your poem resonated with me, Stephen. I chuckled at these lines, so familiar:

    ‘…the balm
    of a cat’s tail worn
    as wax curled mustache
    in the night’.

    I also love the appeal to the senses of:

    ‘at carnivals of light and hot buttered
    sugar powdered smells
    and steam calliope song tells
    from atop a barking box of megaphoned fun’.

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