Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Animals




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“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged 
by the way its animals are treated.” 
― Mahatma Gandhi

“The animals of the world exist for their own reasons. They were not made for humans any more than black people were made for white, or women created for men.” 
― Alice Walker

“We have doomed the wolf not for what it is, but for what we deliberately and mistakenly perceive it to be –the mythologized epitome of a savage ruthless killer – which is, in reality, no more than a reflected image of ourself.” 
― Farley MowatNever Cry Wolf


Noah's Ark (1846), a painting by Edward Hicks.

Midweek Motif  ~ Animals

What would you speak of--wild ones,
domestic ones, or both?  Move us, dear poets,
in a new poem with images and insights 
pertaining to animal(s).

(Let's leave insects for another time.)


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 Direct Action Everywhere activists , photo by Pax Ahimsa Gethen


Tyger Tyger, burning bright, 
In the forests of the night; 
What immortal hand or eye, 
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? 

In what distant deeps or skies. 
Burnt the fire of thine eyes? 
On what wings dare he aspire? 
What the hand, dare seize the fire? 

And what shoulder, & what art, 
Could twist the sinews of thy heart? 
And when thy heart began to beat, 
What dread hand? & what dread feet? 

What the hammer? what the chain, 
In what furnace was thy brain? 
What the anvil? what dread grasp, 
Dare its deadly terrors clasp! 

When the stars threw down their spears 
And water'd heaven with their tears: 
Did he smile his work to see? 
Did he who made the Lamb make thee? 

Tyger Tyger burning bright, 
In the forests of the night: 
What immortal hand or eye, 
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

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Mine, says the cat, putting out his paw of darkness. 
My lover, my friend, my slave, my toy, says 
the cat making on your chest his gesture of drawing 
milk from his mother’s forgotten breasts. 

Let us walk in the woods, says the cat. 
I’ll teach you to read the tabloid of scents, 
to fade into shadow, wait like a trap, to hunt. 
Now I lay this plump warm mouse on your mat. 

You feed me, I try to feed you, we are friends, 
says the cat, although I am more equal than you. 
Can you leap twenty times the height of your body? 
Can you run up and down trees? Jump between roofs? 

Let us rub our bodies together and talk of touch. 
My emotions are pure as salt crystals and as hard. 
My lusts glow like my eyes. I sing to you in the mornings 
walking round and round your bed and into your face. 

Come I will teach you to dance as naturally 
as falling asleep and waking and stretching long, long. 
I speak greed with my paws and fear with my whiskers. 
Envy lashes my tail. Love speaks me entire, a word 

of fur. I will teach you to be still as an egg 
and to slip like the ghost of wind through the grass.

From Mars & Her Children (New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 1992). 
First appeared in Matrix 28 (Spring 1989). Copyright © 1989, 1992 
by Marge Piercy and Middlemarsh, Inc. 

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      BY JOY HARJO
I. She Had Some Horses

She had some horses.
She had horses who were bodies of sand.
She had horses who were maps drawn of blood.
She had horses who were skins of ocean water.
She had horses who were the blue air of sky.
She had horses who were fur and teeth.
She had horses who were clay and would break.
She had horses who were splintered red cliff.

She had some horses.

She had horses with eyes of trains.
She had horses with full, brown thighs.
She had horses who laughed too much.
She had horses who threw rocks at glass houses.
She had horses who licked razor blades.

She had some horses.

She had horses who danced in their mothers' arms.
She had horses who thought they were the sun and their
bodies shone and burned like stars.
She had horses who waltzed nightly on the moon.
She had horses who were much too shy, and kept quiet
in stalls of their own making.

She had some horses.

She had horses who liked Creek Stomp Dance songs.
She had horses who cried in their beer.
She had horses who spit at male queens who made
them afraid of themselves.
She had horses who said they weren't afraid.
She had horses who lied.
She had horses who told the truth, who were stripped
bare of their tongues.

She had some horses.

She had horses who called themselves, "horse."
She had horses who called themselves, "spirit," and kept
their voices secret and to themselves.
She had horses who had no names.
She had horses who had books of names.

She had some horses.

She had horses who whispered in the dark, who were afraid to speak.
She had horses who screamed out of fear of the silence, who
carried knives to protect themselves from ghosts.
She had horses who waited for destruction.
She had horses who waited for resurrection.

She had some horses.

She had horses who got down on their knees for any saviour.
She had horses who thought their high price had saved them.
She had horses who tried to save her, who climbed in her
bed at night and prayed.

She had some horses.

She had some horses she loved.
She had some horses she hated.

These were the same horses.
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(Part one excerpt from a five part poem; read the rest HERE.)
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Please share your new poem using Mr. Linky below and visit others in the spirit of the community—  


(Next week Sumana’s Midweek Motif will be ~ Autumn.)

22 comments:

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    1. I'm happy to provide fun and laughter.

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  2. Thanks for another prompt - sorry if I can't get back to your replies

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    1. Just keep coming back, Jae Rose. Your voice is so strong.

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  3. Good morning, Poets! I'll be around as soon as I get cup of coffee.

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  4. Thanks for a wonderful prompt Susan, Good Wednesday everyone

    much love...

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  5. What a wonderful prompt! Some wonderful poems will come from it, I am sure. I so love Marge Piercy's cat poem. That is EXACTLY how cats are!

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    1. I knew this prompt would please you--not that you ever need a prompt to speak for the animals.

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  6. Because of my current era going on at my blog, I've written a poem that goes with its themes of self-love, happiness, thankfulness, and positivity! Have a great day everyone! God bless you all.

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    1. Thank you, JT, I hope your day was just as wonderful.

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  7. What better prompt? My words are so insufficient to express my appreciation and love of all animals. I'll celebrate them today.
    Hope everyone's having a good week.

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    1. Thank you, Myrna. We could write a poem a day about animals, and only scratch the surface.

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  8. I am loving today! I'm on my second cup of coffee. I've been sitting with my sister-in-law in the hospital but now I'll take a walk in a wonderful park and then join my parents for dinner. See you later.

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  9. I've been trying for over an hour to get my poem linke. My computer is so old and the homepage is so rich with texts and pics it takes forever for me to get a link on I love this motif for the midweek. Animals so enrich our lives.

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    1. Send me your blog address and I will find and link your poem early in the morning.

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  10. What a wonderful prompt! Thank you Susan!

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    1. Thank you, Carrie. You are very welcome.

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  11. I hesitated to include my very slight and cosy cat piece after Percy's magnificent archetypal evocation!

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    1. I'm glad bringing it here won out. They are written to different purposes. I'm glad you like the Piercy poem.

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