Foxglove

by Colm   Dec 7, 2011


I try to imagine a vixen, in a field of snow,
with four purple mitts like membranes to her feet.
Perhaps this image is a public one, rented out
to people with imagination from an original genius,
who saw pious, thumb-sized flowers and thought
they could grace a vixen's snowy paws.

You. You see digitalis purpurea and hop with delight
and rush to show me. But
they will always be foxgloves to me.
They will always be donned by a vixen
in a white meadow, leaving
a self-covering trail of her presence

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  • 12 years ago

    by xoxShorteexox

    I realized... I haven't commented on your latest poems! I'm not sure if I've read all your poems yet either... ANYWAY!

    I really love your unique style of writing that seems to capture the essence of everything you write. You really leave the reader with some amazing imagery that captures the beauty of everything you write, Colm.

    5/5

    -Heather

  • 12 years ago

    by Karla

    Colm, our foxglove is called Sinningia Conspicua (Perennial Brazilian Foxglove) here and you would like to see how beautiful it is too.I don't have to tell you I liked your word-play in this piece. It is always a pleasure to read your poems.No in-depth comment this time but some true words from my heart.

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