Stranger Lovers Than Most

Written for:  Poetic Asides November 2017 Chapbook Challenge – Day 15
Take the phrase “stranger (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase,
Make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write your poem.

The owl and the pussycat, a strange duet,
to all their friends who said it would never last.
The owl preferred living in a tree which upset
the pussycat who preferred firm ground to grasp.
Wherever could they call home and neither fret?
They soon procured a pea green boat and did cast
their fate to life at sea–owl played his guitar,
and sang to pussycat, gazing at the stars.

The owl and the pussycat sailed ’round the world
until they reached a perfect south sea pink beach
on which they could marry, Pussycat in pearls.
Together they dined and danced, happy with each
other. Mince and quince a’plenty, and peach swirl.
The owl and pussycat never needed speech.
And so their love grows, it is said near and far,
for the owl and the pussycat know who they are.

(My humble apologies to Edward Lear)

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to Stranger Lovers Than Most

  1. 1sojournal says:

    Like this version of the owl and the pussycat. And thanks much for your visit,



  2. Hate to tell you sweetheart. One of your characters is the problem with posting at PA. I tried replying to your poem there including the name and it did not post. It’s not the owl.


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