Oh, silent be; it is the breeze…
swept chill…brushed down the stairs
from open bedroom windows at this time of day
when house heat flutters inside curtains toward the night…
when cold presses down the chimney…draws
through attic venting where life is cardboard boxed
and stored with high chair stroller crutches walker
wheelchair.
Oh, silent be; it is the bat…
that swims through air to dart twist snatch
the glow from lightning bugs… whine from anopheles.
I watch them stitch the sky, these thin winged mice that
echo sweep abrupt to flit…flit for a shoulder neck vein
hot blood sip from pasture cows so stoic in their
quiet pillaging.
Oh, silent be; it is the cat…
there on my evening sill it blurs gray smolder, perhaps
brain drowned in sweet apricot memory of mouse
flesh…tooth slivered warm into its mouth. I would
not disturb it now from this imagined reverie…and I
wonder…wonder if it hears his distant brother owl or
senses change of pressure in this house.
Bonnie Marshall
Photographer Unknown
Proem... 
I absolutely, love this. Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful writing!
I appreciate your comment, kind reader.
Lovely!
Thank you, Denise. Smile.
Reblogged this on A Mirror Obscura, and commented:
An excellently exquisite poem. >KB
So grateful, generous poet. Smiles.
Oh, a delight to read…each word painstakingly chosen ,each syllable adding to the beauty of this. Favorite line: :”these thin winged mice that echo sweep abrupt to flit”.
Gerry, please know that I think it’s great when a reader tells me what line worked for them…truly incredibly valuable to me…and I thank you for your kind words.
A quiet, sure-footed masterpiece, Bonnie; I often believe you to pick up singing, as a poet and a woman, where Frost, as a rural man, left off.
Ward, it’s lovely to read you think that, for your so eloquent comments I greatly value. Always have dear poet friend.
Bonnie, when I grow up I really would like to be a poet as good as you. Really.
Aww…that’s kind and generous of you to say, John, because I’m sure we’re members of the same mutual admiration society. Smiles.
This is a wonderful poem – love the images and always love your readings. You’ve got a great voice for poems.
Grateful thank you, generous Andrew. Very. The voicing is fun and necessary if I’m going to hear glitches…and I’m hopeful readers sense I’m speaking to them…as poetry should be. Smiles.
Reblogged this on Andrew's View of the Week and commented:
I’ve been thinking of adding a “Friday Reblog” section to Andrew’s View of the Week to highlight posts that I found interesting or moving. Well, today I found a great one. Please listen to this poem, Bonnie is rapidly becoming one of my favorite poets.
So intriguing! And I read it while a cat was sitting on my lap!
Thank you, Nancy! Seems like life imitating art.