“My Own Personal Animal Kingdom” first published in “Longing for Bohemia” by Lisa Noble

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My own Personal Animal Kingdom

 

 

 

Trapped between a rock and a hard spot

I did what any self-respecting jackrabbit would do

I began to jump up and down as high as I could: up and down in one spot

The disoriented raptor plummeted towards me but missed the mark

Disorient and deflect

Rabbit wisdom; I like to eat like a rabbit

Rabbit serenity; the Zen of twilight at Discovery Park

The trick is to also know the way of the cat

She who knows when to run, when to turn and stand her ground or roll on her back and eviscerate

Sometimes jump up and down (rabbits do very well at job interviews by the way and taking tests with essay questions.

Cats do not tolerate interviews or 9-5 anything.

Although crow like in my shopping habits especially in metaphysical bead shops,

I’ve been know to salamander around Belltown craving chocolate and

Squinting at poetry that I’ve written on post-its

with a blunt Ticonderoga

Until my amphibian disdain for dank weather renders me so sluggish that I drag myself into the nearest fire with hopes of reanimation and mocha.

My inner cat however continues to stalk me

She and I are one; I become the midnight invisibility of my desires.

Running off to join the circus; it’s Saturday night and the big top is full

I am a composed study of flame colored spandex and sequenced georgette

My eyes are orange and I do not have velvet paws

Ladies and gentlemen introducing Sylvia Mahlkinfire

The only flying trapeze-contortionist-magician in the universe!

I work a hundred feet in the air with a flaming net below

You won’t see me jump up and down in one place

I am the dark side of the moon, don’t make me angry mars is in retrograde

And

I’ve been dancing with the cobras since the equinox

Oh man, can I spit far

I purr as I fly tooth and claw over head

You may throw large bills at my feet

And if you must throw Damascus rose petals make sure that they are red

Silence!

I levitate upon a pearlescent sphere to the sunlit side of a total eclipse.

Labyrinth Cat copy B-W

Day dreaming about being one with my inner cat.

Stage Fright copy

 

Sigh…what would be like to run off to Bohemia and join the circus?

 

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About lisasstories2013

Lisa Noble is a published writer and artist. Her stories, poems and art work have appeared in the following: Poet's West Journal, The Sound, Sage Woman, The Beltane Papers, Mixed Metaphors by the Seattle Art Museum, Voices of Choice, 33 Angel Times, Metro's Paint me a Poem: as part of Metro's 1999 Poetry on Buses Lisa's poem: "Low on the North West Food Chain: was featured on several Metro Buses. Since 2006 Lisa has been a regular contributor to We'Moon publications. Lisa is a graduate of the Institute of Children's Literature and is the author of the 3-part Charman Chronicles series. Book one: "The Charman Chronicles: The Book of Fire" Is available on Amazon.com in book and Kindle form. (See Frieda Cramer's book review on the Kindle display!) Lisa's motto is: Support Literacy, Read to a Kid" thus the theme of this blog which will feature her favorite children's stories. Lisa has also self published two chapbooks and is the creator of the "Halfway to Babylon" project slated to come out in 2014. Lisa has shown her art work in group and solo exhibitions. Most recently being a part of the "Artful Henna" exhibition at the Art Not Terminal Gallery curated by Kree Arvanitas and Jeannie Lewis. View Lisa's work on her on-line shop: www.cafepress.com/lisanoble and on this blog.

2 responses »

  1. What a great talent you have for words and stories! Terrific story with great imagination! Love you

    Sent by Tracey

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