Poetry prompt from Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
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|
For tonight, a prompt from Imaginary Garden With Real Toads: Flash 55!
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
And it reminds me it's
The month is brighter now
As I take to paper to celebrate
The majestic, cunning, fiery fox.