
queen anne tended by
fair-haired ladies in waiting,
bright, black-eyed susans
~kat

a can of niggling worms looms as I write
I’m obsessed, unable to ignore
the innocents who’ve drifted from our sight
fractured families, children not cared for
species, numbers dwindling, resources razed
slipping between cracks; lost forevermore
precious treasures overlooked, throngs unfazed,
our better angels quickly losing ground,
their god is greed, they lavish him with praise
~kat
Terza Rima Challenge…As you can see, Jane, the abyss sucked me in. Hoping to round this series out on a more personal melancholy note…we shall see!
Flights of Fancy
our ancestors might
fancy flight a miracle
which makes me wonder
what curious future device
might we deem impossible
~kat
A Tanka poem for Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge, prompt words (synonyms only): Beliefs: fancy & Strange: curious.

The House Cat
lounging in streams of sunlit bliss
soft warm belly, never hungry
window ledging where I can see
birds about to purr at, to hiss
napping every afternoon, this
domesticated life’s for me
lounging in streams of sunlit bliss
soft warm belly, never hungry
peering through the dewy mist
nocturne romps beneath the trees
coming, going just as I please
a doting human to dismiss
lounging in streams of sunlit bliss
~kat
A Rondel for MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt Challenge: “Take a Walk” – Today it is all about writing from a different point of view.
Possibilities
A different income bracket
A different level of fame/influence
A different profession
A different age group
A different gender
A different species (my choice)
A different culture or religion
A different social/peer group
I want you to challenge the stereotypes and do your best to compassionately portray your selected group.

an ambush of lies, tall tales and such
sets gas lights aflame sowing questions and doubt
verity spiraling, fools out of touch
puppets on strings dance with lengthening snouts
while dark secrets spin behind closed door trysts
those who are woke try to figure it out
there is a legion of tools who insist
up is down, east is west, wrong, is all right
slow turns the screw ‘til truth cannot exist
~kat