Hear how the fox festoons dusk
With larkish bark the color of a young girls best pitch
And how
Bathed in sweat I consider mortalities strange lyre
The photos of parts of me transposed and caught in time
Nothing is real and all is magnified by the mind
As she weaves her dream about our smoky heads
Tiptoeing over slate roof tops like ballerina forced to cat burgle
In this sliver of reality I choose
To disguard any mantle of victimhood
In imperfect slices of myself I have survived
Nothing will tear me down, save the last licorice root before tree fall
I have played acquiescences tuneless keys long enough
This is what growing up feels like at any age
The acceptance, not all is well or right yet
If I look, I know my worth
I’ll not give it away to appease those who seek
Through their own brokenness, to strip me of waterproofing
Time is too drunk on her singularity
She is in the bare knotted tree branches
Bowing together in subjugate to winter’s breath
Fat cheeked children licking plum juice from woolen fingers
And though separate, we are in conversation from
The very moment of our meeting
I am talking to you and listening close
As river water hides stoop of cold
Dashing its relentless self across us all
Bound and sheltering
From chill? From ourselves? The secrets behind our eyes or
Those said things unwrapped and steaming on kitchen table
The fire changing light to ghosts
I hear three generations
The reflection of another casting
My own breakage
Gathered with bright leaves in sacks of deposed
Being told fear is a disease we let enter
Turn it out, rent out those rooms you no longer inhabit
Turning as I have, to you
The shining of your throat covered in words
I’ll not let loose
Waiting for you
At hungry waters edge
In any country in the world
In any language
You run ahead
Turning back
The half moon of your face
Drawing light
An infusion
Aching
And the unseen fox
I imagine her as you
Bold wordless vibrance
Full tail, muscular legs
The twitch of beauty
Stark against tarmac
Owning darkness
Beautiful! What more to say?
There is a fox who comes in the small hours of night to seek some tasty bits among scattered bird seed in my yard, full of tail and quick and strong.
You are amazing, love. Thank you for sharing this with us.
Oh my god – this is incredible. The first line had me charmed (for obvious reasons!) and then it just continued to be divinely lyrical. I’m absolutely obsessed with this piece girl!!! Bravo!!!
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TheFeatheredSleep – A fox and more
Magnificent, Candice!!! ❤
This is stunning, from beginning to end — but oh, how I love the caboose:
“The twitch of beauty
Stark against tarmac
Owning darkness”
wow
What an opening! It grabs the reader who is then bowled over by further stunning imagery.
What an opening! It grabs the reader who is then bowled over by further stunning imagery.
Owning darkness, as well as beauty. Owning darkness so no one can impose it. Strong, powerful, hopeful.
Candice, I don’t know how you do it again and again, but this is beautiful!! May your holidays bring joy and peace to you and yours.
You paint a powerful and profound picture with your words! ♥️
I would say this was a great way to close out 2018 for you. Very well done, very playful.
Beautiful as ever ❤
I won’t try to embellish my admiration with my limited words, just to say you’re poetry is perfection and so deeply moving.
My Friend. I am no longer on WP but I hope you will not forget to stay in touch xo