Monday, August 11, 2014

Bastet

I approach her like a penitent -
palm open
to be sniffed or scored.

I murmur baby talk
and prayers
in praise of her beauty.

She twitches an ear - or not.
Switches her tail - or not.
Goddess choice:

reward me,
ignore me,
or take me to task.

Bastet - Egyptian protector deity represented as a cat.

For Open Link Monday at Real Toads

15 comments:

Fireblossom said...

Me-owwww! I love this!

Gail said...

Great!

Sylvia K said...

Ah, meow, meow indeed!! I love it, too!!

Karen S. said...

Truly a Goddess of Purr-fection!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

That is so Cat!

Sioux said...

I love the line break between the 3rd and 4th stanza.

This took me straight to pyramids and mummies and kohl-lined eyes...

Susan said...

You know it well enough to be one of those furry goddesses with three choices at every approach.

Björn Rudberg said...

There is only one way to a cat's heart - feed her

Oman said...

cat lover represent :)

grapeling said...

purrrrrfect. well, someone had to... ~

blueoran said...

In the temple of Kitty, there are no heirophants. Only staff. Amen! We have much to learn still from the Goddess. (Our Siamese--she's been dead a few years now--had such preternaturally erect posture.)

Kerry O'Connor said...

I've never owned a cat but I have always respected them - your poem reminds me why that is.

Jazzbumpa said...

so humbling
to be subject to
royal feline scorn

cheers
JzB

Marian said...

yes! meow. or a bite.

Lorraine Renaud said...

Lost my most precious cat, I hope she's in heaven or in Egypt, thanks for that