The Window Seat
The Window Seat

I found Edna stretched out there,
absorbing the sun.

“You look just like a cat,” I announced
and put down my armload of books.
“Do you also purr?”

“I purr when I feel like purring,” she said,
and then she produced a deliberate,
slow, mouth-open yawn.

“That’s how we yawn,” she told me,
after turning her face to the window.
“Fetch me some mice,” she added,
“and maybe I’ll purr.”

“Will you purr if I pet you?” I asked,
leaning over the window seat
and touching her hair.

“Cats have to be in the mood.
Now go back to shelving your books

– –

 

Knute Skinner

KNUTE SKINNER lives in Killaspuglonane, County Clare, his home for the past fifty-five years. His poetry has appeared widely in Ireland, Britain, Australia and North America. He is the author of sixteen books of verse including a collected edition, Fifty Years: Poems 1957-2007, which appeared from Salmon. A memoir, Help Me to a Getaway, was published by Salmon in 2010.

Ouevre

On Being Ninety

Poetry by Knute Skinner

The clown is quieter now, but somewhere in the back of my closet is a large red nose. I try to keep on the move, but at times I find...
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The End of the Road

Poetry by Knute Skinner

He walks along the possible road, one deliberate step ahead of the next. At the end of the road, it may be, there’ll be sustenance, shelter, a sensation of sympathetic...
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What Trudy Knows

Poetry by Knute Skinner

I find myself mourning but not for anyone we have buried and not for the old neighbourhood or my lost youth or any of that crap. To make no bones...
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Anthology

How to Leave a Note

Poetry by Sanaya

What matters is how you leave a note A musical note, pressed down by your fingers, hammer to string to sound, will echo what’s in your head while you play...
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Stars & Promises

Poetry by Arwa Qutbuddin

My body like a leaf quivers in the warm midday breeze I feel the energy vibrate into me and through me Revitalized, I be The wind passes I bask in...
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Sky-Bird

Poetry by Pariksith Singh

To fly Is to be The infinite space To rise Into openness The vast opens as I My love of transparence Fills me now To flesh and marrow The journey...
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