While my husband kissed me in our bed
Our cat would lounge on top and lick his head
No matter what gyrations that cat saw
All he did was pat us with his paws
The happy days of learning how to feel
How to entertain with spicy meals
Of walking by warm rivers hand in hand
Watching coots and moorhens ,washing pans
Buying an old kettle, then a house
Driving out to Ongar ,stubble fires
Smokey Essex cornfields, insects’ pyres
Driving down the Saxon Cliffs at Hythe
Soft teal Sea,Capel le Ferne, men’s eyes
Happy in a cottage in the wilds
I sang like some small bird, we walked for miles
Kersey where the ducks bathe in the street
Kissing in the hedges was so sweet
Getting our own garden, growing beans
Growing spinach, lettuce and snap peas
Picking our blackcurrants, making tea
Making jam from raspberries. yes please
This proves that when you marry you need pans
Cooking dinners talking with our friends
Wearing jeans and hair so long it flowed
My husband liked to brush it till it glowed
I dream some nights my hair is still like that
And how the cat slept with his paws in it
How his father died and mother grieved
Life is not all positive, we see.
On we went and love was what we grew
Though anger did rise up and strain the glue
First the cat died, then my man went too
Can’t I adopt a beast from Whipsnade Zoo?
Day: February 10, 2020
My cat Ben
The first cat,Ben, was tabby, with great eyes
On Sundays we took him riding in our car
I used to wrap him in a woollen scart
For he was very small and very blyth
Ben grew up so he went out all night
Hunting round the flats for mice or hens
Cat suck eggs and don’t care who or when
They run and hunt until the sun arrives
No doubt they find a mate to play with, as one might
Father kittens, scatter their seed wide
Ben followed me into the road at five
A rushing car hit my dear cat, Ben died
Soon my husband’s father went as well
We could not cry, for dried up was the well
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Reason by its nature is not Art
Reason by its nature has no heart
No soul,no body,faceless but for eyes
Feelings are made outlaws. love departs
The schizoid self, the broken appetite
The failure to acknowledge our own lies
Reason by its nature has no heart
Where did we go wrong, where did we part
From compassion to the lowly, to mad heights
Feelings are made outlaws. have no charts
Graphs and figures,lessons maladroit
The Nazis numbered Jews, turned off the lights
Reason by its nature has no heart
Who would do great evil and make charts
Coded homes, surveillance is our plight
Feelings are like outlaws. they depart
Logicians made machines without insight
Do robots voices bring us sweet delight?
Reason by its nature has no heart
Feelings gassed like insects, love departs
