Not My Fault

Written for the second list of words from Shawna’s Monday Melt at Rosemary Mint.

It looked like a scene endemic

of a miniature war zone —

or after party frat house.

I was almost afraid to go in,

but this was my house, my problem.

The leftovers of the rhubarb pie

were face down on the kitchen floor,

crumbs scattered into the living room,

onto the couch and under the Zenith.

The silt of the fish bowl had been stirred,

water splashed on the table — fish alive.

Step                                                           lightly                                                               watch…..

Sudden ambush slap across the calf

bolt of fur through the kitchen door

give chase

there   —          by the overturned trash     —         the explanation

looking innocent        —         burbling meow          — lick of paw

I don’t think so you little hellion.

That is the last time I snip the catnip

before leaving the house.

Catnip face

Catnip face (Photo credit: andedam)


Filed under Poetry, Poetry - Prompts

2 responses to “Not My Fault

  1. haha…for a minute you had me back in the day when i came home to the left overs of a party my sister threw that got way out of hand…but yes my cat can be a mess as well…fun take…

  2. Shawna

    Ha ha ha! That was awesome. 🙂

    I really loved your creative line breaks/spacing/treatments. You used this array of oddly connected words to paint quite a scene of disarray. Loved the pie on the floor and the emptied fishbowl. My favorite was the slap on the calf. Great job, Mark. 🙂

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