Poetry Prompt: “About _______”

About Archie

I am owned by an orange and white cat
Who, by all accounts, should be fat
He eats quite a lot
When he doesn't get caught
He really can be such a brat

The orange cat is Archie by name
He thinks scratching me is a fine game
Archies jumps on my head
Then strikes a pose on the bed
For a photo to add to his fame

I'm writing this poem while he's here
He's demanding attention, that's clear
He purrs and he rubs
I think he wants grubs
An empty dish is his one great fear.

Tonight

Tonight
I am "worded out,"
after a two-hour class,
and a long day, and a
Migraine that refused to die.

I want to write brilliant things,
but I just don't have it in me.
The words won't come,
and no amount of London Fog tea
will coax them out of the shadows.

So I shall have to be satisfied with this:
An experiential lesson in being human.

 


This post was created as part of Two Writing Teachers’ March Slice of Life Challenge.

You can view other writers’ Day 9 contributions via the comments here.

A Bird in the Hand

The minutes are ticking away, and the clock shows me that I’m running out of time.  I am so proud of my Slicing streak (even if I’m not doing as well as I’d like on the commenting side), but I’m in danger of losing it now.

My gaze flutters around my desk, looking for something — anything — to write about.  Then I spot it: the small, wooden bird that I purchased for five bucks on a Facebook yard sale group.

I pick it up; it’s light, like the chickadees that land in my hand for black oil sunflower seeds up at the park.  It’s pine, I think, and I can see subtle marks from the knife that whittled it, and the gradations of shading in the grain.

I’m not sure what made me send the message (“Is this still available?”), but I needed to bring it home.  To hold its tiny, grained body in my hand, as the one who had created it surely did.

I wonder at the pointed beak, and marvel that it didn’t accidentally fall prey to the knife.  A tiny miracle of care.

 


This post was created as part of Two Writing Teachers’ March Slice of Life Challenge.

You can view other writers’ Day 8 contributions via the comments here.