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Clever poetry Shizara. I like that one.
Wish we had a 'like' button
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So do I.
I used to write poetry and encouraged my children to write about things that happened,such as when our cat ate our neighbour's guinea pigs and dare not tell him-even looking for them.This one I wrote when telling them about when I was a little girl and lived in a house with a privy at the top of the garden.
A PRIVY REMEMBERED
I remember the privy at the end of the path.
Its roof held together with cobwebs and lath
Twin seated it was, of old splintered wood
Quite why there were two was not understood.
Blistering paint on a handle free door
Crumbling bricks and a bare earthen floor
Damp paper squares on a bent rusty nail
Carefully torn from an old Daily Mail
Wintry days, air pungent and damp.
Heady fumes from the old Tilly lamp
Flaking whitewash sprinkling our hair,
Mysterious creatures hiding there.
We played hide and seek from that little room, chanting loudly in the gloom.
With sunbeams dancing through the gaps, then ran out shouting, ’coming chaps’.
Misty evenings, full of sound,
Walking up the dewy path, odd rustlings abound.
Scary moonlit monsters lurking in the trees,
Heart beating faster, trembling at the knees.
Relief to reach that room at night, old candles in the jars,
Looking upwards to the roof, gazing at the stars.
Time to ponder, time to dream, a haven from outside.
Magic in my memory this place I used to hide.
Last edited by cathidaw; 11-05-2015 at 05:01 PM.
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PANCHO We had a cat named Pancho who came in from the rain,
One night it was, she looked around and made it her domain.
For nineteen years she ruled us all including thirteen rabbits.
A gorgeous dainty tortoise shell- with very nasty habits.
A thief she was , so devious, all food we had to hide,
Undaunted she just went next door and sneaked herself inside.
A pack of ham she gobbled up and custards on a plate.
Suddenly she heard a noise, it was the garden gate
Silently she came back home and lay down on her mat.
Neighbour scratched her head surprised, but didn’t blame the cat.
Until the day when she was spied and chased out of the door
A pound of sausage trailing and dropped down on my floor.
Neighbour was not happy , an understatement that
He swore that if it came again he’d shoot the blasted cat.
Peace reigned awhile til Pancho had three kittens in their shed
And some months later had four more , upon same neighbour’s bed.
We then moved house and things were fine, for a while at least.
Then she ate the neighbours guinea pigs, a gory royal feast
On moving day the hiding cat got stuck inside a drain.
The firemen tried to tempt her out but it was all in vain
Slabs were lifted, garden trashed but she went further in.
We stopped for tea. When we came out, she sat there on the bin.
Nineteen years in cat years, one thirty three in ours
Pancho our little character, sleeps safe beneath the flowers
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