foxheart
Fox curls round
a rosequartz heart
in my garden.
Above her head
a rose is planted,
two dusky poppies
fresh from their pots.
Soon, around her heart
they will entwine
their roots.
In summer
we’ll remember her.
Comments
Philipos
Sun 27th Mar 2011 19:39
Ah Requium for a Renaud eh? What chance do they have on our roads. Nice poem Ann saw it a bit late in the day though x
A touching poem Ann. Reminds me I haven't seen our garden fox for quite a while.
I must own up at once to getting it a bit wrong, Ann! I jumped to the conclusion that this poem was about your late cat. Well done for what you did. This poem clearly has a lot of resonance.
That's a very mysterious comment Greg - my poem must be deeper than I thought - but then, maybe it is. Basically, it's just another St Agnes roadkill story. A beautiful fox was killed by a car (very near to where a badger, also a subject for a poem) was killed a few weeks ago. Couldn't bear to see her gradually disintegrate, so went out early this morning and carried her home to bury in my garden. I didn't want anyone to think I'm odd (me? Odd??:) so I went out at dawn - felt like Burke and Hare! But poor beautiful fox, safe in my garden now, under a rosebush. Name of rose is Glorianna. A good name for a fox I'd say! And I buried her with a rosequartz heart, for luck! Thanks for kind comments. xx
Many of us on WOL will think we know what this is about, Ann. Simple and strong.
Really like the spare simolicity of this. There's no sense of the wrier straining to make us feel something, just a bunch of simple words: reminds me of H.D. -
I like its simple imagism - the 'direct treatment of the thing' of it.
Spare, tight, essential, a hint of something lost.
It's sad yet uplifting, wonderfully unsentimental whilst evoking sentiment.
Quartz is hard, cold; a heart that beats no more, yet the life that burgeons around it, is it willing the heart back to life?
And the whole hints at a poet's heart hovering between stone and life.
Blimey, see what your lovely poem did!
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Elaine Booth
Fri 1st Apr 2011 21:44
Ann, you have such a fine touch - another lovely poem. X