Today’s prompt  was to pick a concrete noun from a favourite poem, free write from it and then turn it into a poem. This is half-way there.


danced and hot bodied
gladly ripped apart

and chased out into the ice frosted car
with its tobacconist smell    its pullover
pouch warm & leather smoke smell
The long white speech of the road snake
hipped before us       We wait
for the dark windows to melt
Kiss as the engine sprung over

Then the coast road rushing
& speed like hunger   open mouthed
& gushing  down we went   down
through the cold wind splaying the backs
of still jealous houses     windows turning back
only the view of ourselves and the 3am sky
dazzling   for a second    dazzling
& burning under the headlights’
golden eye

You were laughing
My hands were patterned
at the wheel
& Then the stern sound of spinning
& Fur    Like a spark catching flame
Fur    Like a fireball shot low
to the surface     broiling in the dazzling
golden eye

The fox somehow    homely
on the cold morning road
blistering heavy & patient
breath up into the night      The fox
in the headlights  steady eyed in a curl
of black halos
-the swoop of them bitten
from the frost covered road
by tyres that were almost   almost   Just quite.



I chose the noun ‘fur’ from Adrienne Rich’s Fox: a wonderful go-to poem.

Picture credit: Pinterest



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