A Poem after the fashion of Pangur Bán

[elisem]

 So this is from a while ago, and it is fashioned after an old poem of a cat and a monk, which I repurposed to pay compiments to my Obble and make her laugh. She is the Obble to me (and I the Obel to her) because Mike referred to us as a pair of Obelisks once and we kept it because we were charmed. (It's from a Dorothy Sayers book in which a character refers to "obelisks -- you know, ladies who aren't quite respectable" when the word actually wanted was "odalisques".). Anyhow, here, have a poem. It's all still quite true.

 

There is true beauty in a cat

It’s clear that that’s where Beauty’s at

A cat with fan in silky paws

(Painted like your girls françoise)

 

But Beauty loves like company

And so a cat you oft will see

Curled up close by my Obble’s side

With rolling purr or yawn so wide

 

Thus art lives in the living flesh

That aims of art and heart may mesh

So wonder not what poets meant

No masterpiece, no monument,

 

No muse, I say, you’ll ever find

Cavorting through the artist’s mind,

In marble carved, nor fired in bisque

Has beauty like my Obelisk

 

Except a cat.

And that

Is that.

 

Comments

[heavenscalyx]

I adore the Dowager Duchess.

Thank you for sharing!

[carbonel]

I adore the Dowager Duchess as well, but the obelisks thing actually came from a co-worker of the person-only-seen-as-a-body in Have His Carcase.

And yes, lovely poem.

[azurelunatic]

Cats are so good and that poem is a delight.

Yes ...

[ysabetwordsmith]

I love that old poem, and it's so rare to find another fan of it. :D

[kellan_the_tabby]

*delight*