Photo of my Egyptian cat from British Museum.
“Time’s measured in a thin line on a cat’s back.”
“O sacred cat! Your mouth is the mouth of the god Atum” *
Nine lives, “tick //TocK//tick” clicks the art of
space and form moving first largo then allegro vivace.
The andante sonata of life becomes the sound of
the way Rome looks, stays as eternal as love.
Purple-ribboned skies extend the emperor’s roads.
Then shadows, dark as catacombs,
frighten the bravest of crows and chanticleers.
“Let no Chaldean clairvoyant compute your
time of existence” nor guess your chosen one.
Cats and men have died for love–
but for living we are born,
not to worship fresh fears
or build shrines to cool starlight.
Feline grace scrapes against walls of slavery,
the terrain tilts. As the poles waver at twilight,
rain settles and sleep silences.
Drip-drops even-out the hours,
turn minutes into eons,
count the grains of star dust.
Pain arches, bell-curved like the cat’s back,
intensifies and diminishes, a life wave.
Corinthian columns march,
dreams creep onstage, move
to the center mark and wait
while the spotlight stops.
There “make-believe” enters stage right
waits on an iron balcony
by a wall of red bricks.
The masquerade proceeds.
Where birds perch,
day mews on the night.
1. Egyptian hymn from the 4th Century BC*
2. Horace *
From Claudia’s Poem: 2 lines: ” time’s measured in a thin line on a cat’s back” and
“tick //TocK//tick” to respond to the challenge prompt to use a line from Claudia or Brian’s challenge poems. Posted for d’Verse Poets Pub MTB challenge 2/26/15.
© Gay Reiser Cannon * All Rights Reserved * 2/25/2015