Pallet Palace - It
Spongy brown fingers quenched by gentle tide
Eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sandy beach*
Lapping crystal mix of silt risen rush
Injects me with lovely imaginings
Purrballs scooping milk with ridgy cupped tongues
I'm zebra confined, house stripes shade on sun
Pallet paradise by the pier, free rent
Fat foot kids trample, rudimentary rods
Raised to find fish among pungent mangroves
The label I hide on my wine bottle*
Some ask can they come into my cubby
I wander off, tell them sure, it's all yours
Kids are too big, - I like them less than cats
They told me of the psycho cat's demise*
Psychotic in my absence, poor purrballs
A busy home befitted me, writhing
With action, scratching, litters, loud implores
Wrapped leg tailed affection restored meaning
Virus had no impact, purr friend Kingdom
Council had no business disrupting us
Sabbatical dreams after quarantine*
Let me sit again amongst my purrballs
Families leave with their buckets fishless
Within woody walls, water tint glass green
I lay blanketed by fish fattened cats
Piled purposefully, though haphazardly
On rocking vessel built of curved pallets
Bobbing on mangrove mazes burgeoning
With seafood delights no can can contain
Vino voyages bring my purrballs back
6th September
Collaboration Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Kim Rodrigues
I own only a phone, with no font change
capacity, may edit to bold if I get to a PC.
* end of lines marks the prompts given.
Copyright © Sigrid Ermine | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment