You glare at us, oh
noble fellow,
your sneer revealing
the not-so compassionate,
maleness apparent
in the splay hipped stance.
Just what are you
attempting to kindly master?
A cat head-butts your thigh
revealing a camaraderie of
presence, if not intimacy of
acquaintance, affable bloke
tenuously staring down
the viewer of circuses.
(Inspired by and posted for Day 14 prompt, NaPoWriMo, "Write a poem using a kenning", 04/13/14)
(Also posted for MagPie Tales - the source of the image - Mag215, 04/13/14.)
very nice- love the cat butt reference!
ReplyDeleteHow well you interpreted his stance...:-)
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ReplyDeleteI agree with Jinksy. You read the expression of this fellow so well. I look at him and read your words, and swear that is exactly what he's thinking.
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Nice job!
ReplyDeletePerhaps it was the first faltering steps of an embryonic male feminism , awkward and stilted through our modern eyes, but important pioneering work nonetheless.
ReplyDeleteI like your insight on this
You have summed him up well./
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