A Cat’s Morning
July 11, 2008
Unfurling form blossoms; a mindful wave.
Tired, its eyes of tailored hubris seek out
The dawn’s commencement; sleep, breached and dissolved
With a stretching of consciousness devout.
A coriaceous nose sniffs the still air,
Exploiting senses, keen; kind nature’s gift.
Flames of hunger flicker from deep inside
Its belly; the warm bed is left adrift
Receding to the shadows far behind.
The small creature, royally promenading,
Moves onto the landing towards steep stairs
As food is placed, with calls, serenading.
The feline’s self-obedience is lost.
It descends frantic, then, scampers apace
To the kitchen where soft salmon chunks lie;
Joyous feasting, later a fond embrace.
© Edward Beaman-Hodgkiss
Big Ass, Little Dog
July 11, 2008
My life, my youth, so short, so loved.
Above, the creaking of her chair –
Soon I shall to the ground be shoved;
Shaped to a square.
My legs, will not withstand the weight
That floats menacingly on high,
Threatening to bones desecrate,
I cannot defy.
Faith lost, beneath the monumental,
With its slow and fateful descent,
Soon to make my face ornamental,
On cold cement!
Fibres slowly rupture though muted,
As I make ready, to succumb,
Under her mass to be routed,
Oh dear her bum!
© Edward Beaman-Hodgkiss
Hunger
July 11, 2008
A flicker of murder - a blood stained mind.
Perversive ripples caress fires of lust,
Death’s bayonets, shimmering blades entwined,
Scraping her burning flesh with constant thrusts
Effusing from inside, growing firmer
By the minute, as starvation murmurs.
Faint sounds of a food bowl laid to ground
And the human call, a golden chorus.
Flamed feline temptation spryly unbound
As legs hurry. The air so porous
In quality, leaking the noisome scent
Of cold slaughtered meat; a wave of consent.
Danger! A larger predator, growling
Near the chopped browning carcass; jelly veiled.
Slowly it slides, in its void patrolling,
Minacious movements of intent detailed
Before the cat’s gaze. Further dreadful sounds
As the malevolent giant more compounds.
Summer winds powerfully heave outside,
Fondling the threatened feline’s brindled fur.
For her food she must by the titan glide
Into the kitchen - where relief can purr
And devour; she then dissolves through the gap
As the door is blown to it’s closing snap.
© Edward Beaman-Hodgkiss
Remember Me
July 11, 2008
Stay sleeping my love, for I’m not here long;
I want you to be strong:
The angels are singing and calling my name,
This soul they do proclaim;
I’ve come tonight my dear to say goodbye,
And for a brief moment with you close lie.
We ran to the planes, when the bell had rung,
A rushing of the young,
The smell of daisies, mixed with engine oil,
Drifted amongst our toil;
Cries of encouragement, we shouted out,
‘God bless! For our country!’ Strong hearts devout.
I’ll miss the soft touch of your crimson lips
That did my fears eclipse;
Those pale green eyes, that filled my every thought
Will soon be but distraught.
Sumptuous streaming hair, heaven’s perfume,
My yearning for you now does hope consume.
We rose as one, a blanket of aircraft,
I wish we could have laughed!
The engines roared and the wind groaned outside,
Below the ground did hide,
Beams of luminosity, danced round about,
Inside our cockpits, some feeble redoubt.
I’ll leave you with my wings, oft so proudly worn,
To give our child unborn,
One day tell him that his father had to leave,
But please don’t let him grieve.
‘I fought above England’s fertile pastures green,
So that you my son could flourish serene’.
© Edward Beaman-Hodgkiss
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