Fox on a Boat

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.

Picture from Wikimedia Commons  Shared with Imaginary Garden "Talk to the animals in poetic form" Please come out earlier So the light can capture your photographs My cubs / need to be safe / in the dark / no danger I would never hurt you I watch you from a distance I admire your cunning eyes We fight different wars / your kind is not mine / we are your vermin I've always loved you and your kind I would never call you vermin Your fire coat is beauty and grace I fight a solitary battle / no one by my side / to read me my rights I am sorry on behalf of my kind We have stolen your land Complaining of your kind I am not one of them Dear human, I cannot trust / but I thank you / for keeping your distance One by one the little family retires beneath the bushes -- Disclaimer: These are poems I won't be spending a lot of time on. As such, I don't expect perfection (neither do I need it). Howe...

I've let myself slide with NaPoWriMo, so this will be a double post, and later tonight I'll write Sunday's post. I'll be using the PAD prompt  for the first poem, and the 'Golden Shovel' prompt for the second. Since Last Night's Rain It's been grey all day, but dry, that's something, and the fox came again, to her usual spot, napping, Whilst the cats roam around in gardens, on roofs Schedule a five o'clock meeting (I have proof). They were four, in the front yard, two and two, My two, of course, but two extra, too. The fox is still sleeping, her babies wait For her nightly return, after the hunt's gain. --- Artichoke A ray of sunlight paints half an artichoke Sitting sadly on the side, oh,  It's a sad sight, to see this vegetable heart Cast aside, as common potatoes are weighed. But come down and I'll show you, by a simply made sauce, so much taste will emerge, many pieces to share...

New watercolour fox for #FoxyFeb As I am writing this, I am trying not to panic about the essay I should be working on. The end of February/beginning of March is always a very busy time in students' lives. Last week was almost entirely spent on filming and editing a short film for one of my classes, and the weekend was used to catch up on coursework I didn't have time to write due to filming. So far, I've translated a cover letter into French, and written an essay debating the quote "poetry makes nothing happen" (W.H. Auden). Unfortunately, it is not over. In the past few hours, I've written a grand total of two sentences - one for my second essay, and one for my novel excerpt translation. I go to class, and nearly everyone looks completely out of it. We're all exhausted, burnt out, save a select few. (Can I really trust a student who isn't tired as the end of the semester looms over us?) I've not much writing left in me at the moment, so h...

Foxes are flavour of the month It is the month of foxes. Search Twitter for #FoxyFeb , and you will find photographs, artwork, poetry.. all about foxes. I've been participating; contributing my own art, and sharing poems I've discovered. As I have been learning Arabic since last May, I wanted to link poetry, Arabic, and foxes. As it was, it didn't take much effort on my part. I'd asked for Arabic poetry recommendations on Twitter, and was not disappointed. @TigersSterne You might want to look through the poetry here: http://t.co/kt0mxONiSe al-Saddiq al-Raddi, for instance. — M. Lynx Qualey (@arablit) February 9, 2014 One of the poems written by al-Saddiq al-Raddi was titled " Small Fox ": Suddenly - a small fox, playful, floods your wounded heart with joy He searches your face with his singular gaze, knows you're at one with his vagabond stance  ثعلبٌ صغيرٌ يمرحُ في قلبكِ الملوَّث  أَفلحَ في الهطول تلك الليلةْ وجهُكِ ...