Cacophony announcing apocalypse,
Cattle dogs hard at work for the herd.
Ground squirrel, diving for cover while
Tongues lolling, muscles quivering, they wait.
When not pronouncing the end of the world
Their worlds end,
One each pressed to my sides,
Slack abandon in sleep.
This morning I carried my phone to the couch,
Intent on that morning coffee,
My husband in my hands (my heart, my
soul) on video, pixels of love.
Colorado sunlight glinting off the screen and
BAI YI YI AOURRRRRRRR AY! AY! AY!
Pure fur, pure voice, rigid in attack
Set off by no more than a glimmer.
I look into my husband’s eyes,
Pixel to pixel,
Me muting the phone to save his ears.
Together: “They are the best bad dogs ever.”
October 4th Plath Poetry Project calendar
Sylvia Plath’s The Arrival of the Bee Box
And now for our daily prompt (optional, as always). Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem based on the Plath Poetry Project’s calendar. Simply pick a poem from the calendar, and then write a poem that responds or engages with your chosen Plath poem in some way.