Treasure Island

Diane Hine

(25 July 1956)


I bought a flat pack shelf on legs but screwed
it up obtusely, hoping it would look
home-made instead of mass produced. I glued
and glossed collages cut from picture books
and prints. I stitched a tented top and sides
from goldfish pattern chintz. But KuyaCat
complained; he sang like Madama Butterfly.
He raked the legs and fabric like a mad-
eyed Samurai. I filled the shelf with tins
of oily fish and thickened cream. He purred
and delicately chewed the pompon fringed
sateen. Now he bestrews my art with fur
while giving friendly rubs. We’ve both become
so fond of it, we’ve named the cupboard Love.

Submitted: Thursday, September 19, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013

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  • Unwritten Soul (10/6/2013 12:17:00 AM)

    I like how the ending land....i laughed more back i read samurai eyes..fierce in hilarious cup! _Soul (Report) Reply

  • Danny Draper (9/21/2013 4:50:00 PM)

    A rush of poetic passion and faux bespoke utilitarian furniture that lost, but ultimately the moggy won and perhaps hapless Ikean catalogue one day, the feline market to explore, will be adorned with adorned with ten thousand unique opportunities to personally construct Love. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (9/21/2013 12:29:00 AM)

    I feel you are very dexterous too. I remember having read a poem earlier describing how you knitted beautiful patterns on a quilt! Now you have done some deft touches to your shelf to give it a homely aura instead of the run of the mill look! You have brought your cat also into the scene to marvel over your art! Quite interesting Diana! (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (9/20/2013 8:29:00 PM)

    I feel like your KuyaCat mewing around me and I regret my these days when I live without a puppy or pussy at my home.Thank you for this sharing Diane (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (9/20/2013 8:39:00 AM)

    Sounds like a great piece of artwork Diane and now a fond adjustment (Report) Reply

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