Written for: Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – “Speaking in the Voice of Another”
“Our exercise is to write a poem in the voice of another: in this case, the voice of a woman living in feudal times, addressing her laotang,
Write from the point of view of any living creature. The canvas is wide. Amaze me!”
You know, don’t you, that my life
is not that of a foot brush.
Hate to crush your image
of an eager me, just sitting
around, waiting for people to clean
their feet on him. I take dim view
of Bed, Bath & Beyond, not to mention
those Catalogues of Cute. On the contrary,
Mary, I forage for food each night. Daytime
I stay out of sight, curled into a ball.
I do have enemies, though they are loathe
to come up against my sharp spiny coat.
Sometimes people buy us as house pets.
We adapt. You must adapt as well, Hell, if
I find a scent–say on the dog’s toy–oh boy!
I lick and bite, form a good size spit
ball, and let it fly over my spines.
Also, attention must be paid or I will stay
fretful and curled. Oh, ‘scuse me,
I believe I detect some worms nearby,
and a cricket chirping. We love eating them.