Friday, July 9, 2010

My childhood in cats

The first cat I remember was a cheeky tabby. I called her Bobby after my grandfather, even though she was a girl. "Oh well," said mum "It can be short for Roberta."
The second cat I remember was a fine looking tortoiseshell called Kate. Kate was Bobby's sister. They fought like cats like cats I suppose.
The third cat I remember was an aggressive, smoky coloured cat called, quite originally, Smoky. Smoky often sat on the top of the TV with her tail hanging down over the picture. If anyone tried to move her she was extraordinarily defensive.
The fourth cat, Tymmy, was my very own pet. I had to pay for his cat food out of my pocket money. He was slim and ginger haired and miawoed like a simese. He choked to death in a house fire on Christmas Eve. I was eleven years old. It was devastating.
My fifth cat was Tyger, a stripey tortoiseshell. But I had a Tymmy shaped hole in my heart and could not love Tyger as much as I wanted to. So Tyger ran away.
Now please give a big round of applause to my parents for allowing me the opportunity of living with cats.

Friday, July 2, 2010

2 Poems on the Same Subject

Hi Everyone
This week I've written two poems which both start with the same subject each stanza. Please let me know which is the best one. They are both called "Some beliefs on mine." Ok here it goes
Poem 1
An idea is
a car
rushing at speed
towards its destination.
Clouds are
the unwept tears
of Nature.
Dawn is like
Ayers Rock
glowing on angel's wings.
The heart is
a locked drawer
where I keep my secrets.
Frear is
the cramping of
the calf muscles
of style.
Fish live
in a water wonderland
made of rainbows.
Bitterness is
the mould on top
of our past hurts.
Only truth
can unshackle
the rocky burdens
of my prejudices.
Poem 2
An idea is
a dream
where you
never wake up.
Clouds are
the angels
who watch over the bush.
Dawn is a
changing colours.
The heart is
a robber
stealing our
pure intentions
Fear is
the knifing
of the soul.
Fish live
in castles
made of pretty things.
Bitterness is
the newest challenge
to overcome.
Only truth
will set you free
from the bars
of disallusionment.
PS Tell me what you think.