Flawless notes draws the King from his shelter,
catching her breathing, her chest heaving hard
Sniffing around with his nose deep in fine hairs,
holding her there in instinctive regard
Her journey a strange one, with no set direction,
following moon beams that she deems a guide
Her lute is the only possesion she treasures,
performing for pittances, playing for pride
She dreams on the pure sands, hushed on by the waters,
contented though tired, inspired by each day
Listens intently till she hears the rustling,
closes her eyes, puts the lute down to lay
He hauls his huge body and settles beside her,
not giving a roar, nor a snore, or a sigh
Come morning her sleep-place is circled by paw prints,
his Highness has left without saying goodbye.......
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22 comments:
oh this is lovely....so sweetly written.
I love your blog ... Always, cat.
What a gentle narrative. Perfect closing lines too. :o)
This is amazing - I think this is my new favorite of yours :)
Fantastic. One to keep and read and read.Thank you.
This is so lovely.
I liked the softness and details in the poem.
love the trust and compassion within this poem!
also love your blog...i had a great time looking through it! :)
stacy lynn mar
http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/
A lilting story-poem, just right to read aloud. :)
Awwwwwww, this is sweet.
I've come out of MY den to say I really like this?
Fascinating ....on the tree of life the approaches to abbysinua are indeed guarded by benevolent Lion, as C.S Lewis also intuited, and you have captured thus concept very well .....thanks
Beautiful...and thank you for changing your font...so much easier to read and enjoy!
Enjoyed this beautiful piece of writing.
Oh, I really like that ending! Enjoyed this~
Pretty good, Helen. Miss Ligertwood would probably stick this one on the wall.....!
Quite, dreamy and wild--love it. I can see the paw prints... and her eyes when she realizes that "his Highness" was there, lurking and perhaps protecting, while she dreamed.
very lovely account of a waking life. i think its pertinent that we, as poets, be inspired by everyday life!
stacy lynn mar
http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/
"She dreams on the pure sands, hushed on by the waters"
LOVE this.
Kathe - I do try to be sweet from time to time.
^.^ - Thank you for taking the time to visit my other posts and sidebar. I love yours, too!
Mary - Thank you. I just couldn't see anything vicious about the big puddy tat!
Keith - why thank you, kind Sir. Another entry for the book!
Cait - You're so very welcome.
MyWordWall - Kind of you to say so.
Meme - I just couldn't see anything horrific happening with this one.
Stacy - Big thanks and I'm delighted to have you as a new follower.
Jinksy - I may even add notes to it one day........!
Helen - yup! A bit on the gentle-giant side this week!
Orange Peel - one comment in 3 years won't be all that bad! lol
Kutamin.....it was exactly the way I wanted to go....*ahem*
Tess - The font had to change - some words didn't look right and the exclamation mark lost it's dot as well!
Trudessa - Thank you. I may keep this sweet theme a bit longer!
Poet Laundry - there's nothing like a good ending.
Anon - two comments in 3 years.......etc
Magalay - Got it spot on!
De - yeah, I visualized the perfect surroundings on that line.
Oh, that's beautiful!
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