NaPoWriMo Day 21: Love, Hedwig

Prompt: I challenge you to write a poem in the voice of minor character from a fairy tale or myth. Instead of writing from the point of view of Cinderella, write from the point of view of the mouse who got turned into a coachman. Instead of writing from the point of view of Orpheus or Eurydice, write from the point of view of one of the shades in Hades who watched Eurydice leave and then come back. Happy writing!


It’s been a long, long time
Since I nibbled your fingers
And felt the gentle touch
Of your loving hand

I remember the day I met you
I was a gift
And you treated me as just that
A magical present

Through the thick and thin
You were never alone
You had a companion
And I had one too

My dear Harry, my dear friend
Of course I understood you
Nothing to be surprised, after all
Love doesn’t need a language

I remember it all
Your friends, our friends
The awful Privet Drive
And the beautiful flights

The last thing I remember
Is a ghastly green light
Then I woke up here
Scared and alone

But don’t you worry, Harry
I’m a free owl now
It took me a while to remember
How much fun flying can be

So don’t you worry about me
You have been as much a friend
To me, as I have been to you
But now it’s time to let me go

Stop crying now, Harry
Wipe those tears off your face
Close your eyes
And see me soar

Soar across the sea
Across all lands
And smile now
For your happy owl

And when it’s time
I’ll be here to greet you
To nibble at your ears
And hoot with joy

Smile now, Harry
And gently
Let me go
Love, Hedwig

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NaPoWriMo Day 20: Kennings on my dog

Prompt: Today’s prompt encourages us to write a kennings poem. A Kenning is a two word phrase describing an object often using a metaphor. A Kennings poem is a riddle made up of several lines of kennings to describe something or someone. For example, you might call a cat a mouse-stalker, quiet-walker, bird-warner, purr-former, etc. 


Sound-sleeper
Trouble-maker
Sloppy-kisser
Happiness-inducer
Cat-chaser
Belly-scratch-lover
Tail-wagger
Massage-wanter
Loud-barker
Neighbor-annoyer
Water-hater
Lizard-scarer
Grass-eater
Carpet-digger
Bed-jumper
Socks-stealer
Heart-melter

My adorable sausage-dog


I wrote my Kennings on my dachshund – Trusty. I have previously written a post dedicated to My Squishy.

I will also attach a photo for your reference because how can I not take this opportunity to show everyone what a handsome young boy he is? 😀

My Squishy

I love my dog. He’s my absolute favourite in the whole wide world. Don’t give me those looks. Yes, I love my dog more than any person I’ve had the pleasure (or not) to meet. My amazing parents brought him home on my 15th birthday. It was a surprise out of nowhere. After 15 years of begging and pleading for a dog, I had made peace with the show pieces and stuffed toys I received instead. And now suddenly, there he was at 6 weeks, sleeping in a tiny basket they took from my doll, at my door.

My first reaction was to not believe what I saw. I just stood there with a  poker face – Is this what I have been reduced to now? Hallucinating about puppies? But my sister’s excited screams soon brought me back to my senses. It was no dream!

My second reaction was heartache. They brought him here for me to play with and they’ll take him back tomorrow. How can they be so cruel? I refused to believe that my parents, who had shrugged off my pleas for 15 years had finally brought home a dog. Permanently. And even after they reassured me that he’s mine, I refused to accept it till I saw him sniffing around the house the next morning. He’s still here! I have a dog!

My joy that day was immeasurable. I would have put Pharrell Williams to shame.  I had a dog now. I had a dog to love, and to spoil. After the tiring think-of-an-adorable-name day, we decided to call him Trusty. After that, when I wasn’t at school, I was with him. I couldn’t get enough of his adorable puppy-scent. I just wanted to keep smelling him all day. But that didn’t go down too well with people around me who thought I was slowly sliding into canine obsession. Of course I wasn’t. Sliding into? I was born with it.

Trusty slowly started going from sleeping all day to chewing everything in sight. Bedsheets, socks, toys, slippers, towels, tables; everything he could fit his tiny mouth round were fair game. I still remember him, learning how walk on tiles without slipping (he never really mastered that. He still slips and slides on tiles in our home and it’s absolutely adorable), learning not to pee on people’s laps, his first tug-of-war, and his first bark. I’m sure people who’ve seen their dogs grow up will understand. Hearing your pup bark for the first time in that cute, puppy voice is more pleasing than a baby’s first words. I was in love and I knew I never wanted to spend a day apart from my darling dog.

After months of loss to our precious bed covers and the legs of my friends being treated as scrumptious chew toys, Trusty grew up to become the dog we adore. His snout grew much longer, his back grew long, making us doubt if our little monster could keep his balance for long. But he did. He supported his awkwardly long body on his terribly tiny feet and somehow managed to do it with grace. My little baby grew up to be a handsome attention-seeking hunk.

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The first time we left him alone at home, I came back to see my books sprawled on the floor. One book was at a little distance from the others. When I walked up to it, I saw its gleaming wet pages. That was my dog’s revenge. How that little dog was capable of such monstrosity was beyond me. I could almost hear him think Let’s see you leave me alone next time, shall we? But we did, and he learned to cope with that by jumping onto our beds and rolling all around them while we were away.

True to his not-afraid-of-anything Dachshund nature, he became friends with a Great Dane. He didn’t think twice about his size before jumping up and chewing the Dane’s ears and stealing his squeaky toy. But I’ll be forever grateful to the gentle giant for not snapping the neck of his new, over-zealous friend who tried to take over his bed. Image066It has been 6 years since I first saw him on my birthday, comfortable in that tiny basket which would not even hold his head now. In these 6 years, college has taught me to be away from him. And he has accepted the fact that I’ll always come back to spoil him.

He has no worries, no anxiousness of the future. My dog taught me to wake up every morning with a stretch and face every day with anticipation of joy (unfortunately I don’t have a tail to depict my joy at waking up). He taught me it’s okay to express your love, and sometimes your anger. He taught me to wear my heart on my sleeve and never let anything hold me down for long. After all, life is too short to waste not chasing flies and eating every meal like you’ve been starving for 5 years. Yes, he’s all grown up now. But to me, he’ll always be my squishy.