The Empty Field

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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Author: valo

I am a poet, writer and activist with a special interest in human rights for children and women as well as the elimination of poverty worldwide. If you read this today, feed someone locally for me will you? Drop off a non perishable food item at the food bank nearest you and consider yourself hugged. Thank you!

7 thoughts on “The Empty Field”

  1. 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.

    1. 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

  2. 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

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