The Ugly Hat

For Kerry’s Camera Flash at Real Toads. We are presented with a photo of Jessie Tarbox Beals, on of the first women photojournalists.

The Ugly Hat
Yes I know my hat looks like a cat
all covered with white fuzz.
But I love taking photos of cats.
Mainly long haired beauties of the rich.
I took over 80 photos of cats.
I don’t care for them but they are good subjects.
As long as they behave.
I get well paid for taking photos of cats.
I also get paid well for taking photos
Of shops and tea rooms in Greenwich village.
I am not much of a photojournalist
and the photos of the shops
all have these cutesy little poems at the bottom –
You can find laces and a whole more
At Tom’s Odds and Ends Variety Store!
Not much of a photojournalist
But I am prolific!
Eighty photos of cats –
just like my ugly hat.

Jessie Tarbox Beals
Early woman photojournalist 1904

Little Kitty

For Day 21 of Nanomargarine or whatever…this is for Brendan’s prompt over at Real Toads, 30 in 30.  This is about an animal of myth or legend or as I like to call it, after one of my favorite movies, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.  This is also for Sunday’s Poetry Pantry at Poets United.

Little Kitty
Little kitty,
Do you know you were once worshipped in Egypt
as a goddess?
Did you know you were once considered
the protector of the Pharoah,
that women desiring children
would wear your image around their necks
and that the number of children they wanted
would be represented by the number of kittens
depicted with you?
Did you know as Bastet
you were protector of perfumes,
and medicinal ointments, that you guarded
against contagion and evil spirits and vermine?
In the personification of Bast
you were depicted as a hunting lioness –
the most powerful hunter in Egypt?
As Bast and Bastet you brought together
the Upper and Lower Kingdoms of Egypt?
Little kitty,
I would like to dress you in gold jewelry
and let you eat off my plate
and wander at will and have people
bow to you, to have you as the wife of Anubis,
help with preparing my body with burial
and guiding me over the spirit river
to eternal life.
Little kitty who’s name was Belle
and is now entombed in a shoe box
and wrapped in my Duke tee shirt
your grave marked by lilies of the valley
and a double delight rose.
Little kitty, keeper of my heart and
Protector of my soul…

British Museum

The Secret Life of Cats

for Hedge’s 55

The Secret Life of Cats
I once had a tabby and white cat,
Miss Boot –
I’d come home from work and find my
dressing table looking pilfered.
A puzzle.
One day I came home early.
in the middle of the table
sat Miss Boot, my pearls around her neck
and blush on her cheeks.
Well, that mystery was solved.

dVerse: The View From Our Windows

At dVerse today, Lillian is the pubtender extraordinaire. She challenges us to write a poem about a view outside our window or from the outside looking in. We must also include a picture of the view. We are still celebrating our 6th Anniversary this. Come join us for special fun, special prompts, special times: http://dversepoets.com/2017/07/18/looking-out-looking-in/

copyright kanzensakura

Beneath the Crape Myrtle
bright pink blooms against
summer sky – cat naps beneath –
restful in the shade –
SamCat the Ripper loved hanging out
beneath this crape myrtle tree –
he’d roll in the grass
and twist his body around –
his paws reaching for the sky.
pink blooms fade and fall –
cool wind scatters the petals –
the place is silent now

copyright kanzensakura

SamCat – Sleep Sweetly Dear Friend

 

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 Yesterday, I had my precious SamCat euthanized. Had not been feeling well and I took him to the Vet. We discovered there was a large tumor on his large, loving, brave heart. I could have prolonged the inevitable, but he was too good of a cat and friend to be subjected to my selfishness. He would have slowly starved and suffocated to death. At this point, he was only beginning to suffer and so I decided he deserved to go out on the up rather than on the down.

This morning, his warm presence was not felt. The house was empty. My constant companion who always sat between my keyboard and the monitor was absent, never to return. SamCat did several guest blogs for me. I was honored he did this for me. He lived his first three years in a cage. The rest of his life, he lived in my heart.  He still has permanent residence there.

You all who have had this type of life know what is going on with me. I don’t need to go into details. I started crying yesterday morning at 11:00 am and really haven’t stopped. SamCat was my friend and always listened and never judged. He even liked my poetry.

In my heart, I know my Papa and my grandmother have been loving on him and giving him treats up in heaven. SamB and Puglsey have a new playmate. They are rich and now I am poor. My only regret is he is gone.

cold space where his warm
body would lie waiting for
me to come and sit.

Scenes from THE trip Part II

After 20 hours of assorted oddness, hellacious travel conditions and a motel with a moldy shower curtain, we arrived in TN right where we wanted to be, safe and sound.

So these are different pictures with different purposes the absolutely biggest crown of thorns I’ve seen (houseplant with lots of thorns and pretty pink flowers, if you’re lucky), the last tomatoes of the season on the vine, a display of family pictures in my aunt’s guest bedroom, blue sky from the plane,  shadows on the side of an old barn, a beautiful interior of a small local public library, SamCat again in the suitcase refusing to budge.

East or west, home is best.  Now, to catching up finally on missed posts from you all and hoping the “Like” button doesn’t hate me.  BTW, I’ve heard from quite a few of you who also have problems with the “Like” button not working.  It’s good to know I’m finally running with a good crowd.

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Wordless Wednesday

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