Orbs of honeyed trust
glow in the darkness
at the end of the bed,
incandescent torches
searching in the night
for human heat.
In the morning,
after breakfast and a treat,
blue-eyed companion
relinquished for the day,
the owner of the amber eyes
goes out to hunt and play.
Kim M. Russell, 17th November 2020
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: Look into my Eyes
This Tuesday Mish is our host, and she tells us that she is fascinated by eyes: by their ability to convey without words, their magnetic power of connection, confession of truth or lie, and their genetic beauty.
Mish has given us two choices: we can either incorporate the theme of eyes into a poem or, from our own collections or from an online resource of free images, choose photos where the eyes speak to us, express an emotion or lure us in. And no one said they have to be human eyes.
writing in north norfolk 
Love this description of your cat’s eyes! They do have the most amazing eyes, right? We had a Siamese when our children were growing up….she ruled the house even with two German Shepherd dogs in it! And oh her eyes….
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Thank you, Lill. I’ve had cats since I was a teenager and couldn’t live without one – I’m doubly lucky as I have two!
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Ah, yes, cats please themselves, don’t they? But you’ve captured the playfulness of those eyes so perfectly. I miss having a cat around!
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I couldn’t be without them, Ingrid.
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My cat and I enjoyed reading this, Kim. 🙂
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My cats and I thank you Lucy! 🙂
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I do love it… and seeing those eyes at night made me relive my childhood cats…
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I’ve had quite a few cats over the years and I can honestly say they’ve all been special in their own ways.
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Best not to stare too long into cats’ eye’s, Kim. It’s not possible that there’s nothing behind them, whatever the experts say.
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They are always staring into mine, so I lower my lids slowly and smile. They either do the same or go to sleep on my lap. 🙂
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Only one of ours ever stares and when I look closely, it’s hard to say what or who she’s staring at. Always seems to be something over my shoulder…
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Oh I love this, from the “honeyed trust” to the race to “hunt and play”: a beautiful vision of the comraderie and independence of a cat. Lovely.
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Thank you, Dora!
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I like the shift between night and day, how Mojo’s eyes shift, and how everything flips (e.g. from heat-seeking to hunt and play.) Cats hold endless fascination for me, and their eyes say and do so much.
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Thanks Lisa. My two are like chalk and cheese. And I still miss Tosca, Luna’s mum – she was really special.
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‘Orbs of honeyed trust” ….you had me there. Thrilled you took the prompt to feline eyes. They’re so captivating. Mojo is absolutely beautiful!
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Thank you, Mish – and from Mojo!
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Out Yom, Kesi-moto lived 14 years. He’s been gone several years now. If it weren’t for cat box duty, I’d want another one. Kesi was an outside cat, who never needed, or wanted a cat box; spoiled us.
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Unlike Luna, Mojo spends most of the day outside and then comes in to use the litter tray!
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That’s “Our Tom” not “Out Tom”–stupid arthritic fingers.
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I have the same problem!
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Nice one Kim
Happy Tuesday
Much💝love
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Thank you, Gillena, Happy Wednesday! 🙂
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You’ve captured the feline nature with this, Kim. From companionship to independence, in the blink of an eye. 😉
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Thanks Ken. Mojo is the least independent of our two. She found me at the local cat rescue, where she was taken with her siblings after her mother died. They were very young. She chose me and didn’t leave my side for the first two years. She is now four and stays in the garden, always checking back that I am here. She still sleeps on me too. 🙂
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A wonderful intersection of visions. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe.
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Yum, KR. Purrrfectly captured. You (& the cat) should be proud.
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Thank you, Ron.
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Nice capture of those amber eyes Kim. Specially like: Orbs of honeyed trust.
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Thank you, Grace.
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I love this and cats have the most beautiful eyes. Purrfect capture of our feline friends.
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Thank you, Eugenia.
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Most welcome!
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What a beautiful cat to accompany your great poem. Cats havebig soulful eyes. I love their independent nature!
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Thank you, Dwight. It’s taken Mojo a while to discover her independence – and she doesn’t stray from our garden.
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Such a fun poem to read, and Mojo is a beauty!
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Thank you, Misky! She’s asleep under the bed at the moment.
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searching in the night
for human heat.
Reminiscent of Hank’s kitten crawling in the wee hours of the morning to end up at the feet. It happened many times, Kim!
Hank
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One of mine sleeps in my chest or hip!
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What a cracking first line, completely opens up my mind and draws me into the depth of this.
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Thank you, Paul.
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Very welcome Kim
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i believe the cat is very amazing. thank you for your post!
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Thank you for reading and commenting!
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