The Legend of Lilinthia Lightbringer
Fiction: A Dr. Suessian Style Daydream of Angel Cats
This children’s style poem was written for the Soaring Twenties Social Club (STSC) Symposium. The STSC is a small, exclusive online speakeasy where a dauntless band of raconteurs, writers, artists, philosophers, flaneurs, musicians, idlers, and bohemians share ideas and companionship. Occasionally, STSC members create something around a set theme. This time the theme was “fiction.” If you are a writer, I encourage you to consider joining us, I’ve included details at the bottom of this post. Lastly, you can find all my past symposium pieces by clicking here.
In a deep daydream I found myself transported to a magical universe where flying angel cats from a mystical place called Felinius live and frolick in happiness (when they are not in an earthly form tending to the souls of humans). And, in my daydreams, I learned of the legend of a loving Norwegian forest cat named Lilinthia Lightbringer.
Lilinthia Lightbringer was cleaning her fur,
when the King of Felinius sauntered up with a purr.
Felinius is the realm where angel cats play,
and the leaves dance with sunlight while the birds sing each day.
The angel cat realm has a clear bright blue sky,
And the cats all have wings that allow them to fly!
So, while cleaning her fur, tabby, white, orange and black,
Lilinthia listened as she cocked one ear back.
“I come bearing news” said the King with a grin,
while his tail swayed in time with the slow steady wind.
“You must leave our Felinius for a short time away,
you are needed on earth, more with each passing day!”
“The seers have counseled, and the counselors have seen,
A family’s in trouble, and your help do they need.”
“So a decree I have made and I’m letting you know,
only you, Lilinthia can save them, so to earth you must go!
[Lily, a Norwegian forest cat]
“But The trees and the birds and the and the snow on the rise
All the things that I love right in front of my eyes!”
“I chase down the birds, and have angel cat races
The wind brings me stories from faraway places!”
“The snow cools me down and the sun warms my skin
and the squirrels chase each other, while I scratch my chin.”
“And the bright clear blue sky, and the space that it brings,
gives me the room to soar high with my angel cat wings!”
“There is nowhere finer so I ask you my King,
oh, why would I leave these most wonderous things?”
[The King]
“Felinius is home and it’s wondrous it’s true,
but spreading love is our mission and for these people, that’s you.”
“They need your compassion and your joy and your kindness.
They’ve forgotten what matters, you must cure their blindness!”
“Teach them to live, to love and not fight,
bring them your peace, your love and your light!”
“Lilinthia Lightbringer, you are the one!
Go tend to your people, and fly home when you’re done!
This time you’ll go back as a kitten I’d say,
You’ll make children happy, arrive Christmas day!”
“Now, there is one more thing that I simply must know,
and I must know it now, before you must go
did a fuzzy red ball just roll by in the snow?”
Lily’s head whipped around, and off a tree that ball bounced.
They were off like a shot! Ready to pounce!
And they chased that red ball for the rest of the day,
because the angel cats know it’s not life without play!
Bravo, Clint! What a splendid poem to pour over at the end of my day, as my littlest cat slumbers nearby on the sofa. Of course, our two cats do not have visible wings, but I swear they teleport none the less!
You are right, no other creature plays like a cat. But you ought to see my dog inviting to play. Head down, tail up and wagging, a ball of energy zig-zagging round the room, he curves into the letter C when he is especially excited.