Poetry Blog by Ann Foxglove (2013)
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owl sinks soft
like a silk handkerchief
bringing blackness to vole and leveret
soft as fog
sharp as razors owl sinks down
like a blanket over a birdcage
swish, away, a lens shape,
slips into the barn
quiet as snow….
Friday 6th December 2013 9:55 am
Oh the Lavender Man
He didn’t come today
We stayed in all morning
He didn’t come our way
The sun was so bright
We wanted to go out
But the Lavender Man
He just wasn’t about.
Now ladies need their lavender
Friday 23rd August 2013 3:55 pm
you breathe out
I breathe in
I breathe out
you breathe in
not to breathe
so we stand
lip to lip
heart to heart
hip to hip
eyes to see
why should I
give my breath
I can stop
when I want
as you wait
I see thoughts
behind your eyes.
I hold my br...
Saturday 4th May 2013 3:23 pm
the water is cold
as I dip my hand
my fingers open
is a cup
magic and fleeting
a mercury being
the whole world
Thursday 7th March 2013 8:49 pm
There is a city, hidden in the sand
where few have visited. I understand
it glitters in the scorching noonday sun.
To find it is the dream of anyone
who feels that they deserve great wealth,
who follow, creeping like a sphinx, in stealth
to enter through the golden portals great -
answer a riddle and confirm their fate.
The city’s treasures are truly renown...
Tuesday 29th January 2013 12:48 pm
Back in her box on a bed of cotton wool
the January fairy closes her eyes with a tiny click.
Laid on wings of wire and net,
dusty tissue covering her faded dress.
Gauzy girl, she knows nothing of spring breezes,
has never seen a daffodil,
felt the warmth of a summer night.
The fall of leaves in autumn is a mystery -
she’s never seen the budding of the trees.
Friday 18th January 2013 6:24 pm
There’s a dead sheep – swelling by the hedge
a woman standing by the cottage door,
waiting for her man.
What should she do?
The sheep is dead with lamb wedged deep inside her.
Night creeps in
she lights the lamp
The sheep is heavy
on her conscience now.
A female presence,
of treachery from lo...
Friday 4th January 2013 7:36 pm