There is only one Fireblossom, I'm sure, and she spends most of her time (it would appear) in the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. She loves to provide us with a Friday prompt to keep our imaginations and our poetry glands active.
“This time,” she says, “I want you to write a poem in which the physical setting is integral to the poem” (oh, that sounds interesting, I think) and Fireblossom reiterates... “just make sure that the ‘where’ of the poem is a vital part of it.”
The place I have chosen is a vital part of our dog Lindy’s life, and therefore a vital part of my poem, written in response to Fireblossom’s prompt.
There on her Chair
Would you believe
that sleeping dogs lie,
just seeing her there on her chair?
Her curls, her ears,
her paws and her tail,
curled up in a ball on her chair.
Her gentle snore,
a twitch, and a sigh,
just as she wakes up on her chair...
You smile, you think
that she’ll want to play
as soon as she’s down from her chair
But to her dish
she goes, and your wish
to play is subsumed by her lie...
“No one feeds me”
proves to you sleeping dogs indeed lie.
Photo and poem by Kay L. Davies