Fox on a Boat

Wheat field image from  Stockvault   Promises I will think of you As the sun sets on wheat fields I had said, convinced Field rampaged, violent Winds pushing continents a part of me, of you. We were mere strangers. I discovered new wheat fields Basked in the warm glow The sun not setting and the colours not fading But I was a rose With thorns too prickly Oh, emotions - too needy A tiger to be. Two kites were broken I'm the victim and culprit Add another stripe.

Poetry prompt from Imaginary Garden With Real Toads Summer It was as a good a sign as any That we bonded surrounded by fiction Chatter in the midst of clearing spilled popcorn Bonding by the lone chair in the space within the white walls Sandwiched between two full theatres of people Immersing themselves in others' lives. I knew it wasn't real but still I somehow hoped Attaching myself, more puppy than girl But once we left credits rolled on..

Foxes in February Watercolour fox - © Kerridwen It's #FoxyFeb again on Twitter, and for me, it means more poetry, more art, and more foxy things! For tonight, a prompt from Imaginary Garden With Real Toads : Flash 55 ! I ended up not following the rhyme scheme.. it was too difficult! Maybe next time. Foxy Feb Cold bites our noses and wind tangles hair Mornings are too dark and cold But a hopeful sun seeps through the clouds An orange hue spreads across the Evening sky  And it reminds me it's Foxy Feb! The month is brighter now As I take to paper to celebrate The majestic, cunning, fiery fox.