I did not choose my muse,
the god Bastet owned me;
I fell for the sunrise in her eyes,
her tamed ferocity, soft fur,
and her full throttle purr.
She favours my chest and hip
as the spots on which she sleeps,
riding the waves of dreams
with me, kneading us into shape,
a comforting companionship.
Kim M. Russell, 21st April 2020
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Companions
Linda, our host for this week’s Poetics, has started her prompt with a quote from Christopher Hitchens, whose many programmes on BBC Radio 4 I have listened to with interest. And this quote is spot on.
She says that one constant that hasn’t changed at all in her life is her relationship with her dog. She has shared a poem that drives home the essence of a dog and asks us to write about our own companion(s): fish, dog, cat, bird, hamster or whatever.
We did have a dog for many years and, when he died, we found it hard to replace him, he was such a character. But I could never be without cats.