Drifting on a tranquil lake
of mottled hopes and patterned faith.
Feeling peace and tenderness,
amidst your lucid water-ness.
And like a caterpillar nigh,
transforming to a butterfly,
I know there is a part of me
transcending through infinity.
This poem was inspired by the painting Melting Transitions Rise by Sharon Davson.
All four poems and pictures will feature in the artist’s biography DAVSON Art with Love and Graditude scheduled for the printers later this year.
Alpaca’s On Watch
Al Paca’s family is keen to observe
Farmer Pat’s cat, sitting undisturbed.
A quiet pussycat – without the hissing fit
Doesn’t spook alpacas – sometimes they spit.
She sits on the fence with feline finesse
Unblinking, purring, her name is Tess.
Tess watches too, so nothing’s amiss
On farmer Pat’s farm it is heavenly bliss.
Al Paca hums to keep his family calm
They respond in kind; Tess means no harm.
She sits like a queen, a creature of love
Never blinking an eye, heavens above.
Al Paca is tallest of these lookalike Llamas
He’s the father near the left in lighter pyjamas.
The fur is worth more than a culled herd for meat
Alpacas are lucrative – for fibre hard to beat.
Unlike Llamas which are larger working beasts
They’re not eaten like venison – dearest of feasts.
Alpacas weigh the same as a tasty deer
Yet Alpacas are rarely eaten, have no fear.
Ginger cats are different,
From any other cat,
They’re fearless, stand their ground,
And that is just a fact.
Be they short or long haired,
Doesn’t make a difference,
When they feel threatened,
They come to their defence,
Staying very calm,
They don’t run away,
But remain motionless,
Challenging the threat that way.
‘Billy Joe’, my Retriever,
Doesn’t like any cat,
When he sees one anywhere,
He’s only focused on that.
And if it is a ‘ginger’,
I tell him not to toy,
For the ‘ginger’ would eat him alive.
And he’d be a sorry boy.”