It’s Poetics Tuesday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. The challenge is to write a poem in the first person that compares some trait of ours with something animal. It should not be a whale, but another creature (mammal, fish, bird, insect, etc.) with which we have something in common. The title should be the animal thing, in the same way Marjorie Saiser chose ‘The Print the Whales Make’.

For some, love is like

the fog — sneaking in on

tiny kitten paws.

Gently, sweetly almost

apologetically.

For others, love comes

slow and steady like

a pair of oxen

fettered together for

the long haul.

Nondescript, dependable

Predictable.

But for me,

for me love comes

screaming in

like a Spanish bull.

Wild, sinful thunder

Deliciously uncontrollable —

A splendid conflagration —

Dead on legit.

15 thoughts

  1. You captured love in all its shapes and sizes in this poem, Susan, from gentle, almost apologetic fog on its ‘tiny kitten paws’ to a Spanish bull ‘screaming in’. I’m not sure which I prefer, but I do appreciate the steadiness of ‘a pair of oxen fettered together for the long haul’, which I know my marriage has become. However, sometimes I dream about a ‘splendid conflagration’. 😊

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  2. I love your description of a wild, unbridled, passionate form of love:

    ‘screaming in
    like a Spanish bull.
    Wild, sinful thunder
    Deliciously uncontrollable —
    A splendid conflagration —’

    Ole!

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