Villanelle Ventures: Poetic Purr-suits and Time Lord Travels
Fantastical Feline Festivities: Caturday Villanelle Offerings
This past week has been incredibly stressful. I finished off my final assignment for the teaching period for my MEd, prepared study plans for NDIS for some new clients, and tried to catch up on so many other tasks. For example, trying to get paid by NDIS for an invoice overdue by 50-plus days. Oh, and I still have numerous other blogs in my drafts folder that I have yet to finish and publish.
So perhaps it was not unsurprising that after I submitted my assignment, instead of feeling relieved and ready for some self-care — my body gave out. I dragged myself to bed and fell asleep. Later when I woke up — Badger, my new rescue cat, was waiting and ready to cheer me up! So, without further ado, here is what he inspired.
Baker’s Scarf , A purring TARDIS
My tuxedo cat, sleek fur a Gallifreyan cloak,
Tom Baker’s scarf, a woollen rainbow sprawled.
His purr, a TARDIS hum, my illness broke.
Curls of whiskers frame his face, bespoke,
Green eyes gleam, Time Lord wisdom recalled.
My tuxedo cat, sleek fur a Gallifreyan cloak.
Paws pad softly, ‘cross sheets white as chalk,
His weight, a comfort, as my fever crawled.
His purr, a TARDIS hum, my illness broke.
Tail swishing, he chases foes unseen, no joke,
Sonic meows echo, Daleks appalled.
My tuxedo cat, sleek fur a Gallifreyan cloak.
His velvet nose nuzzles, a gentle poke,
Whiskers tickle as closer he’s called.
His purr, a TARDIS hum, my illness broke.
In sickness’s gloom, his presence evoked
Warmth and joy, my spirits overhauled.
My tuxedo cat, sleek fur a Gallifreyan cloak,
His purr, a TARDIS hum, my illness broke.
Tom Baker’s Feline Apothecary
Tom Baker’s feline twin, jelly babies scattered like stars,
Pounces on my rumpled sheets, a furry whirlwind of glee.
His antics quell my churning stomach, soothe fever’s scars.
Boudica’s blue eyes gleam, Rīx’s coat shines like obsidian bars,
As tuxedo paws bat candied morsels, a sweet melee.
Tom Baker’s feline twin, jelly babies scattered like stars.
My room’s air thick with eucalyptus balm from afar,
Yet his scent — sun-warmed fur and mischief — wafts free.
His antics quell my churning stomach, soothe fever’s scars.
Seal-point, ebony, and tuxedo — my feline memoirs,
Their purrs a symphony, chasing illness’s banshee.
Tom Baker’s feline twin, jelly babies scattered like stars.
Whiskers twitch, tickling my nose like guitar strings bizarre,
He offers phantom medicine, sweet as Gallifreyan tea.
His antics quell my churning stomach, soothe fever’s scars.
Laughter bubbles up, dispelling pain’s cruel tar,
As three warm bodies nestle close, a healing decree.
Tom Baker’s feline twin, jelly babies scattered like stars,
His antics quell my churning stomach, soothe fever’s scars.
