Write poetry from prompts just for the fun of it; formal or free verse, you pick. |
The Red Fox We strolled in the woods arm in arm, like an offering of ourselves, kindling hope to live within each other's dreams, until at the clearing a rusty reddish fur moved, then twisted about to lock eyes with you, and the fox, after wagging its white tipped tail, fell motionless, dying upwards into our lives; next, a phantom glow flashed from your eyes as if a dart aiming at the life we could not plan. The shock piled like the leaves under my feet; thickening my prickly blood and I marveled at your distress, letting out a sigh so fractional you could not hear. That day after the Red Fox, you left, rolling with the tide of your transformation, a lover hovering over your own image, to stare into the portent in Red Fox eyes, still bright as if alive. ** Image ID #1124408 Unavailable **
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