Purr: a requiem 40 years on (and nablopomo 11.15.12)

phylor:

cheating on nablopo 11.14.12 prompt “tell us about your favo(u)rite pet” by reblogging this post from 4.13.12

Originally posted on Phylor's Blog:

not purr, but very purr like

{a reblog for 11.15.12 favo(u)rite pet}

small bundle of fur
from farmhouse woodpile
carefully laid in my outstretched hands
sensations of warmth; heart-beating only sound
slowly unfurling with not-quite meows
to reveal bright eyes in grey-striped face.
“Purr,” I whispered in my small child voice
face close to his tiny ear;
then a soft, gentle whirring sound
like a dragonfly over spring-time pond
made his body hum and vibrate
“Purr,” I said more firmly to my parents.
fiercely independent, eccentric, loner; we mirrored exteriors
seeking adventure like knights on a quest
he hunted for mice and I for dragons
asleep he twitched, continuing his quest in dreams
while I stayed up late, with flashlight under blanket and read of fairies and magical places
he climbed into my lap, pushing book aside
kneading the fabric of my pajamas,
the room filled with
his dragon-fly hum…

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Purr: a requiem 40 years on (and nablopomo 11.15.12)

not purr, but very purr like

{a reblog for 11.15.12 favo(u)rite pet}

small bundle of fur
from farmhouse woodpile
carefully laid in my outstretched hands
sensations of warmth; heart-beating only sound
slowly unfurling with not-quite meows
to reveal bright eyes in grey-striped face.
“Purr,” I whispered in my small child voice
face close to his tiny ear;
then a soft, gentle whirring sound
like a dragonfly over spring-time pond
made his body hum and vibrate
“Purr,” I said more firmly to my parents.
fiercely independent, eccentric, loner; we mirrored exteriors
seeking adventure like knights on a quest
he hunted for mice and I for dragons
asleep he twitched, continuing his quest in dreams
while I stayed up late, with flashlight under blanket and read of fairies and magical places
he climbed into my lap, pushing book aside
kneading the fabric of my pajamas,
the room filled with
his dragon-fly hum; his fingerprint purr as
we shared our inner selves.
travelled roads real and imagined together
shuffling summers between the centre and the coast
cars made him edgy; replacing his usual chatter
with high-pitched pleas for road stops
he paced, winding through the small spaces left
between suitcases, precariously piled
along with me in the tiny backseat.
the summer we out grew the car,
he sensed the changes before I did
a parting of the ways; sent on different quests
mother, in a forced festive mood
made a game of memories of his quirky ways
a small smile; I laughed and wept*
fur wet with tears
snuggled fully into my arms
when once he barely filled my
out-stretched cupped hands
now purring
a sound like the wings of a thousand dragonflies.
back in the country, he grew old in his solitary ways
seeking adventures in the back-fields
and mysterious, magical woods
one day, then two, then three
no scratching with his familiar “knock”
independent, solitary, eccentric, unique
he chose the place and time of his leaving
I hope to have
the courage,
the touch of angels,
to do the same.

playing with the carry on Tuesday prompt: “When as a child, I laughed and wept”