Sunday, October 4, 2015

Incident In Little Egypt

After the crash--
so bashful, nothing to say
with your proud head
in the windshield that way.

I told you not to let Cerberus drive--
there are cats everywhere
on the center line 
with their nine lives.

I am made of cream; you of dust--
Who's queen now?
Me, alive, nonplussed,
switch-tailed, not sorry much.
______ 

For Flash 55 at Real Toads, with inspiration from "Oh, Fortuna".

23 comments:

hedgewitch said...

'there are cats everywhere/on the center line/with their nine lives...'--gosh I love that. This whole poem winds between natural, unnatural, and supernatural like a sinuous feline between the ankles, purring--who knows why cats purr--possibly because life is made of cream sometimes. You've sent the bar over the moon again, I'm afraid.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I wish I knew where you got your crazy-brilliant ideas from, Shay. I'd like to tap in sometime. I am envious of everything, including the title.

What an amazing crash test 55!

brudberg said...

Each head of the dog still has to kill the cat thrice.. love how you mix the classic with modern here.

Sioux said...

It's been years since I've thought or read of Cerberus. Thanks for a throw-back to my mythology phase when I was 11...

Shadow said...

Harsh lesson...

Isadora Gruye said...

Love, love,love all of it. IN particular, the first ants really caught my attention! Thanks for posting.

Liz Rice-Sosne said...

Just loved this. Sensuous, soft, endearing - and then pow!

K9friend said...

How clever you are at playing with words. I loved it!

Pat
Critter Alley

icnia said...

Ha. This is great. :)

I love the "proud head in the windshield." Priceless. But hey, any girl can be a queen, as long as she likes what she sees in the mirror. Even if she's a grotesque, dead mess.

Cerberus driving. Being made of cream. You're so creative.

Outlawyer said...

Such a cool poem-Cerberus and the cats--just wonderful, creative, fantastical--yet also very human. Thanks.k.

Mama Zen said...

Only you could have written that first stanza. Damn.

TexWisGirl said...

love the sing-songyness of this. (yeah, my non-poetic-technical-knowledge is showing). and i've always liked the word non-plussed. :)

Susan said...

Ha ha--fun, despite the bashed in head. You should be grinning like the cat who swallowed the canary, or is it the cat who got the cream?

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Love it all,last verse in particular.

R.K. Garon said...

That was weird and delightful. :-)
ZQ

Margaret said...

A mythology lesson (had to google). Mortals return to dust - but cream rises to the top -- so who indeed is queen now. A puzzle there my ignorance can't figure out but I absorbed the tone and as always your words make me ponder.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

OMG, why do the rest of us even bother? LOL. I loved this, of course.

blueoran said...

The difficulty of a 55 is that one has to leap into it in media res , get right down to core business, and leave the going in and going out for the reader. You accomplish that by wallops, all the way through. Hits like dream and floats like a dragon.

Marian said...

Oh man, the carnage!

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Yikes and meow!

Lynn said...

This produces awesome images in my head! :)

Hannah said...

This has a great conversational tone and tight in its brevity...I enjoyed it!

Cloudia said...

I TOLD you not to let Cerberus drive!