Is it a purr
or the brush of fur
against a human cheek?
Is it the curl
of a curious tail
or the tongue that licks it sleek?
Is it a velvet paw,
the kneading of sharp claws
or a pleading squeak?
Is it the surprise
of a pair of jade or amber eyes
and their luminous mystique?
Kim M. Russell, 14th June 2018
We are writing ‘What the?’ poems today, inspired by the Walt Whitman poem ‘Leaves of Grass’, which starts with the lines:
‘A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it is any more than he.
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.’
We have been invited to pick something–anything–and to write its what’. Our chosen ‘whats’ can be anything; ideally, they should speak to us, drop hints, loosen our tongues; serve as jumping off or diving down points.