A Fox In A Moon Night

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By onemorething

Sun, 05 Jun 2022
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15 comments
 

 

Moon crouched 

in the mouth of night,

and though leaden, burned

new stars into the face of a fox;

mirrors that shone

over wordless tracks,

where the earth brooded

around the warp and contort

of the roots of all things. 

She has an ear for the worm,

an eye for the moth, death,

a shadow confesses ---

but who has tricked who, in fact, 

when this is the transience of life.

The world is brittle;

its black valleys, 

the parched gulch, 

dig and bury,

dig and bury,

dig and bury.

Clouds prowl the sky

in chiffon, what was left

unexplored, undreamed, 

the contours of faith unhoped,

and yet, with morning, 

hoped again. 
 

 

A Fox In A Moon Night is from here: https://tinyurl.com/2tz2h5ab

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Submitted by marandina on

"... death, a shadow confesses.."

 

Ethereal, full of shadows... A wonderful fox in the moonlight. Just gorgeous.. 

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Oh good! Very happy you like it! :)

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Clouds prowl the sky

in chiffon, what was left

unexplored, undreamed,

the contours of faith unhoped,

and yet, with morning,

hoped again.

Those lines stood out for me. Iove the idea of the clouds prowling the sky...just like the fox. In fact the weather has been perfect for cloud watching this past week, especially when high up on the ridgeway, clouds are breathtaking, just like your poem Rachel.

Really evocative.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks Jenny! Pleased you like it. I love cloud-watching too, very meditative. :)

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This is absolutely stunning onemore. Was it inspired by the pic?

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Oh, thanks insert! And no, it wasn't. I wanted an image to go with it and didn't have a title yet when I was posting it here and it seemed to give a perfect title too. :)

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

They were made for each other!

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Ha, yes, was a very happy coincidence. :)

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This wonderful poem is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day!

Please share/retweet if you enjoyed it as much as I did

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks so much! Chuffed to get Pick of the Day! :)

 

Submitted by celticman on

hope again, is always good. 

 

Submitted by onemorething on

We're in trouble when hope is gone.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I love the idea of Faith being like clouds!

 

Submitted by Nolan on

Lovely poem but if I were you I would drop all punctuation and capitals you have little enough already. The poem the appearance could show better and more attractive. and the poem read more fluent. Well that's just me. Merely a suggestion.

John Maisefield wrote a beautiful) ballad Reynard the Fox. The masters always astound one.

Cheers & Nolan

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Yes, perhaps, I'll give it a go and see what it looks like. In general, I do punctuate, but I do like poems written without any. Thanks for reading and the feedback. :)