Poems for Brigid

[damejenn]

Because I have not written my own poetry for a long time, and because this one is oh so appropriate today.  For Brigid.  Merry Imbolc!:

February
Winter. Time to eat fat
and watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat,
a black fur sausage with yellow
Houdini eyes, jumps up on the bed and tries
to get onto my head. It's his

Comments

[kazoogrrl]

I'm going to make ding0 read this, even though he hates poetry. It sums things up pretty well.

[damejenn]

I admit I thought of the roaming cats of hampden when I read this. :)

[kazoogrrl]

Yep, roaming. All over our bodies while we're trying to sleep.