The Beagle – Poem by Katy Santiff

Poetry by Katy Santiff

There were moments when we
had no cares–two bush-struck
banshees bursting through berry brush,
in rushes to meet the creek before
the scent was lost, the trust we gave
our foot-falls, the old trees brown,
scaley walls, wiffs of wood rot
wafting mossy spectors in the air.
I’d see your black nose diving,
flashing me your gargoyle’s grin,
the glistening spittle on your chin,
confirming reason for our out-trip:
the prey you stalked was there.

I will remember you, never in
your crescent’s final closing but
your substance fully crowning,
red and white-lit throaty knight. Now bellows
November’s nocturnal defender,
hunting below a growing moon.

And when the angels stoop low
to ask, wrapped resplendent
within their solar baths,
refraining every rainbow,
resounding every hue like synesthesiacs
from whence you came:
you tell them that your person lent them you.

About the Poet

Katy Santiff has written poetry in various forms all her life. A fan of meter and rhyme, she loves lines that hypnotize the reader with their sound.  She believes in densely packed poems, preferring them to be mouthful when read aloud.  A lifelong Marylander, she loves waterside living.  She currently resides in Edgewater, Maryland.  Her works have been published in Vita Brevis, Spillwords Press, and Uppagus Magazine.

For the first time in nearly five years, Vita Brevis is closed for submission. Read the full story here.

3 thoughts

  1. Wonderful Katy. It brings tears to my eyes. When I eventually get to the Rainbow 🌈 Bridge I will give Beau a big cuddle and lots of lovings and enjoy the conversations with all our four pawed children. Love you. Dad

  2. Oh my Katy… I had the feeling while reading this that it was written for a dog you loved, and I saw your Dad’s comment. As the owner of 10 current rescue dogs, this touched my heart deeply. I have been dealing with some heart health problems for the last few weeks and haven’t been on much. Hopefully recovery will progress and I will get back to somewhat normal. I have missed reading your wonderful poetry dear friend and hope to start catching up with your work here. Feel free to contact me anytime at 🙂

  3. Walt, thank you–it was written for my pal Beau, who passed away this year after a good, long life. Wrote this to honor the all the souls I’ve loved over the years. There’s parts of them in everything I write. I’m writing you an email now–

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