Saturday, April 7, 2018

Day 8 NaPoWriMo: Arrivals and Departures

For Day 8 of NaPoWriMo, I wrote a fantastical poem. A poem of nine lives and nine deaths.

Arrivals and Departures

in your first life a cobra struck
your back right paw
the poison felt
like bath water
that lost its warmth
when you came back
you danced with
that same cobra and found
that it bled blue in
the afterlife
you painted the world
with its blood to celebrate
your next death
how your lover
fed you to the rats
or your third where
a butcher mistook
you for a meal or the next
when a mortal shaved your fur
until the blade cut bone
you bled blue and your skin
forgot how to make fur
you grew scales instead
and swam and swam
and watched Bastet
drown beside you
in the modern river
asphalt so black
it could be blue
the forth you didn’t drown
but you shivered furless
and curled up cold
your fifth you climbed
a great fir tree
to catch your prey
but you never found
a way back down again
your sixth you curled
next to the engine of a car
the seventh a coyote
caught your tail
and ate you whole
your eighth a little boy
dropped you from high up
to see if you landed
on your back
or on your paws
your ninth you ate
your last meal
hunted your last squirrel
and counted down all
your afterlives and inbetweens
and found a cobra
a young one
to let you bleed

blue and               depart