The Empty Field
December 27, 2011
The traps do lie to the fox now cornered
unsure
fear eyes
racing heart
beating
lamb to the slaughter bleeting
what do I say
to the inside cryers
wanting nothing but to keep the hounds at bay
shall I sacrifice it all for what I know to be a trap
a skillful laying down of promises that cannot be fulfilled
like someone dressed to kill
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“a skillful laying down of promises that cannot be fulfilled
like someone dressed to kill”
Ha! I love your inevitable sharp edge.
Traps do lie – yes, they do. And there’s little point trying to avoid them. You have to just kinda trust that if you’re meant to be saved, you will be… whether you’re the prey or the pray. I love your writing. x
HUGS k the writing love is mutual and yes, destiny plays a role in most of this shit. I hate to admit it but it’s true.
Nice poem, but I find the subject quite upsetting, Val. I would want to shout and save the poor fox! However, you have written it well and I feel the fox’s fear.
I used the fox because I think that creature is symbolic of vulnerability rather than slyness as is usually the context in which they are used metaphorically. It affected you and that means you ‘felt’the fear and I have been effective. hugs
Oooohhhhhh,
Nice one! Right up my alley there V….
Love it…