Friday, June 3, 2011

Scribbledehobbledehoyden: The Magpie's Eye: Page 107

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More of the anticipatory elegy to what was one of the great cats of our time:

Mere youth today can best your strength 
yet still today you plead
for us to open the door to valor
one more charge, one last fight 

Which completes the first draft.  Now I try to lend the poem structure:

The aged warrior sleeps
Curled by the wood stove fire
All who feline glory seek
Need seek not one hair higher

Which being sucky, I began afresh:

The aged warrior sleeps
Curled by the wood stove fire
All ye who martial glory seek
Look here and look no higher.

Which is better.  We start again:

The aged warrior sleeps
Curled by the wood stove fire
All you who martial glory seek
Stop here and look no higher

And on to the second stanza:

Bold slaughterer of mice and snakes
God's  punisher of birds
Nemesis of young opossums
Oblivious to words

We're starting to get somewhere now.  Stay tuned.

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