One of today's prompts is called 'Tranklements' and is about finding inspiration in everyday objects.
The object I found I wanted to write about is the opposite of 'everyday', in most senses - it's a Bast sculpture that Erica gave me and it sits in a little shrine on the bookcase. I attribute my one poetry contest win ('Catwoman') to Bast so it has real meaning for me - but it's also something that I see every day.
Cat of brown stone, hear my vow.
She is smooth like the skin of the one you love. She has heft. She tugs downwards. She could never have been owned by anyone but you. As a gift she can only return.
She dreams of a thousand thousand naked men.
She dreams of a sea of liquid gold.
She dreams of burying her face in the mane of a lion.
She dreams of plucking eagles from the air.
She dreams of prowling and of pursuit.
She dreams of perfume and of pur…