Linda Hepner

Freshman - 931 Points (London)

Promise - Poem by Linda Hepner

I cannot say it’s not without faint longing
I lounge besides the window, looking out
while seeing swaying trees and nearer still
The quivering of leaves and sudden hops
Of feathered things who cease their trills and singing
With cocking heads as spying me they rout
Excitedly in flocks and edgy trills
Until the scene stills and the rustle stops.

I jump down to the floor and roam my house
Where balls of yarn, loose curtains, wooly chairs
Invite my itchy claws but when I chase
Or stretch to scratch they do not quake or cock
Their heads or flutter out of reach. One day a mouse
Appeared as if by magic and a prayer
For something unattainable like grace
That I could find once in my life, unlocked

My puzzled melancholy - I then felt
my breast expand and I became a demon devil cat
Fulfilled at last unleashed released I chased the rodent down the wooden hall
And cornered it all sweetly quivering
And scented like raw pelt
A worthy toy
Then when
Bored
I ate
Not all
As tithe had to be paid so I delivering

It quite magnanimously
To the leather feet
Of those that feed
Me said
Now how d’you suppose
I’d fare
Where more of these that I deserve
Run free, please let me free
For purring by the window is half life
And my heart burns.

I cannot say I’m sad here, but I yearn
For action somewhere where the grasses blow
And something scuttles, where the juices flow,
and if I go, I promise I’ll return.

LRH
August 10,2010


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 22, 2010



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