The Prodigal

By Silver Spun Sand

Mon, 30 Mar 2015
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OK – so you’ve finally made it home, and yes...
I am mad at you, and I might sulk for a while, but 
you know by now, only too well, how to get round me. 
 
You have to understand, I worry about you, like crazy;
silly cow that I am, but I do.  You look a bit worse
for wear...the state of your coat.  Looks as if
you’ve been pulled through a hedge...backwards.
 
We’ll sort it out...later, and  I’ll see to your tea.
Hark at me...just as if nothing had happened,
but like I said, I’m a bit of a sucker, a glutton
for punishment, like so many of my kind.
 
But, steady on! Gently does it, please.  You almost 
made me spill my gin and tonic! Sit here beside me;
that’s right – snuggle up.  I’m freezing.
 
Here...hope you don’t mind my saying, except
those nails of yours could do with a bit of a clean, 
and a short back and sides; too much digging 
in that wretched garden.
 
My hands are like ice, but you soon warm them up,
and you smell nice; guess perfume connoisseurs might
describe it as, ‘smoky, with a touch of pine – undertones  
of apple-wood, plus a hint of chives and mint’.
 
Mmm...that feels good; you’ve got such a knack
with the old ‘leg massage’. Except...don’t go to town;
you’ll snag my brand new tights; if looks could kill, eh...
those eyes of yours say it all...a crystal-hate,
laser straight, aim at the heart. 
 
Sod it! What did I say about those nails; a scratch –
right there on my thigh.  Look at that! I’m bleeding,
but, only a little; I’ll survive – just.  
 
Seriously though, how I wish he’d love me that way, 
and he might...if he was more like you...in at least
one of nine lives.  
 
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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I thought it was a dog, but it seemed to be a cat! Liked the digging and the perfume. But wasn't sure about the 'his' in the last line - is it the husband having nine lives or should it be 'your' referring to the cat? Maybe I'm totally wrong, if so, I apologise! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hi there, Rhiannon, and once again, am so grateful for your deep and inspired thinking.  That last line is interesting, to say the least, in that it certainly is ambiguous, so have edited accordingly.

Sincere thanks to you, as eversmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by rask_balavoine on

That was really clever. I didn't get the cat thing till the very end.

Rask

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Ta, Rask. Great to knowsmiley  And thanks for taking the time and trouble to tell me.  Appreciated.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

The rhythm goes so well with the activity and settling after greeting of the cat. I've had similar conversations. Miss them now. Lovely and funny!

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Bee...a million.

Tina

 

Submitted by tibi popovici on

smiley Tricky one, Tina! Made me laugh at the end when everything changes, but also confused mesmiley If you ask me, I would say the cat was a men, in one of the nine lives, intending to spend the rest of them in the same way smiley

Like it!

Tibi

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Tibi - such a fantastic twist on this poem.  I think you're probably more than rightsmiley

Tina