Monday, March 3, 2014

Cat Watching

….Blind as a ballerina swirly against the air -
Remaining; broken in stealth, in motion sharkesque through the waters draw,
Extracting pollens, bunkum that breeds the sharpened killer.
As nubile across her generation.
She flirts, dances, in the breast of her mother who bore her.
White, blotches-of- black light – lightening;
She licks and flicks the swaying dandelions’
As potential suitors. Then casually flicks them away.
They as she, in centre under some magisterial. Mirrored orb – just is as…
She plays and looks for nothing. Seeking nothing, she wishes for nothing.
Other than plain admiration, of nothing more than herself in play -
Than my secret eye - viewing her in the garden.
Her sleek black and white greyless torso, twisting, turning and,
Leaves…, determinedly, across the wall – until, home!


By Jonathan Beale

1 comment:

The Bijou Poetry Review said...

Jonathan Beale’s work has appeared regularly in Decanto, Penwood Review, The Screech Owl, Danse Macabre, Danse Macabre du Jour, Poetic Diversity, and also; Voices of Israel in English, MiracleEzine, Voices of Hellenism Literary Journal, The Journal, Ink Sweat & Tears, Down in the Dirt, The English Chicago Review, Mad Swirl, Poetry Cornwall, and Ariadne’s Thread. He was commended in Decanto’s and Café writers Poetry Competitions 2012 and is working on a collection for Hammer and Anvil. He writes about music, art, architecture, history, nature, science, cities, and the human condition. He currently works in mental health in South West London. He studied philosophy at Birkbeck College London. He lives in Surrey England.

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