Monday, July 18, 2016

Jeltje Fanoy #23 We called her Seffie

Seffie, in one of my guilt dreams,
where have you been, is her coat all matted


I feel so guilty


I'm walking up a garden path, and she's
ambushing me, as before


has she been hiding in the shed,
oh sorry! and the neighbours fed her


all this time, there's a light


in the house that belongs to the garden,
cheery voices, I'm dreaming for her


a rumpus room


Persephone, Seffie, back from the dead,
living up to her name, is well looked after

6 comments:

  1. I like it! And what about the pomegranate seeds? You have to write another chapter to this story!

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  2. O the voices of some cats that come back to me!

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  3. Very moving. I have had dreams of long dead animal friends, that I haven't fed, roaming around the house, and I haven't been able to get to them, and I've been crying in my sleep. Really distressing dreams, and as you say guilt. This is just so lovely and delicate but strong, traverses those in-between places. Thank you!

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  4. thanks for your lovely comments... yes, it was distressing, I really thought I'd forgotten to feed her, all this time!

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  5. oh, you built her a dream extension; beautiful. I completely identify.

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