Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Third Dream Of The Fox

The fox at the fence
is impossibly gray,
impossibly large,
and, impossibly, wisping
through the wire
and coming.

I am all sheep and no Jesus;
birdboned
with no stones for the slingshot loose in my hand,
and he is coming.

A scream blooms teeth
in the mud of my throat
and slow shreds the softwood of sleep
too late to wake me -

he is coming.

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19 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is quite the anxiety dream, which in your hands turns to pure poetry.

Marian said...

gah! stressful. i wonder if throwing a slingshot might scare him away? ;)

Helen said...

Spooky-damn good!

Jim said...

No but the "Baa-ing" of the sheep might wake up the caretaker. My dad would always wake up if a cow cried out in the middle of the night. Or if the chickens all got excited.

I like the first line, it set the pace, fast. Also, it made me wonder, "which could be worse, a fox at the fence or a wolf at the door?"
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Sylvia K said...

Spooky damn good it is indeed, MZ! But then yours are always terrific, not just good! Hope your week is going well!

Kathryn Dyche Dechairo said...

my heart was racing, I could feel the terror.

Fireblossom said...

"all sheep and no Jesus". I just love that.

grapeling said...

you've penned the essence of that foreboding in a dream ~

Arushi Ahuja said...

great peice!! :)

Yvonne Osborne said...

Nice!Love the line, "I am all sheep and no Jesus."

This spoke to me as we have a fox eating our chickens. If it's not one thing, it's another....hawks, coyotes, skunks (very bad) and the list goes on and on.

Have a great week!!!

georgeplaceblog said...

Makes me want to scream at you "WAKE UP,OH, PLEASE, WAKE UP"

Scary good.

Gillena Cox said...

a well crafted piece

much love...

Margaret said...

a poetic nightmare…

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wowzers! The mud in the throat is a realistic response - good one! You evoke the panic to perfection....

manicddaily said...

Oh dear! Very vivid -- where's the shepherd when you need him? I rather like foxes but yours is terrifying and yet has a wonderful cadence. K.

Magaly Guerrero said...

This poem tells stories and bites the reader into place.

"I am all sheep and no Jesus;" what a statement. Love the ambiguity. For the speaker can be an animal lost without a shepherd or a person who can function in a group without leash or leader.

And "A scream blooms teeth in the mud of my through" left me gasping for so many things.

Thank you for this!

blueoran said...

The compression you achieve here is feral, truly packed with fight or flight. Our gal Plath would be proud. Home run.

Hannah said...

You have such a unique way of wording things and I love the impossiblies and the all sheep and no Jesus and the blooming scream...so much awesome in one poem!! Thank you for the challenge, MZ!!

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Aw...why did you do that?
Now I'm not going to sleep.
But first, waiting for the goosebumps to go.