Saturday, 18 June 2011


the garden is full of foxgloves -
hanging out their bubblegum pink gloves
for the foxes. They will arrive in the night
saucer-eyed, drawn in like moths to the moon,
then will dance through the darkness,
their gloved feet blazing like fireflies.


Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...


Crafty Green Poet said...

I love the idea of foxes actually wearing foxgloves!

Mark Sargeant said...

Thank you both for your comments, glad you enjoyed it!

Stella Pierides said...

I love this one! I just discovered your blog, so I look forward to reading...