for the fox, dying
you came tumbled and burnished all at once
bursting bursting inside
with fox-joy with lullaby
spring and soil-smell warm cub-milk
all blood sisters blooming redder
saying goodbye and trotting out
a small fire in a shrinking landscape
tight your heart, tight your coils of guts
wings, roots
all up and down all earth and sky
and widening right into the world
they came for you
you the only wound they wanted
a hundred eyes on horseback
a mob with dogs their poor dogs
born into it their poor dogs dying
just the same
whisk I wish
I could whisk you home
safe in your day-den and the soft moss
and all the reasons you are beautiful
my hands are raw with wringing ringing!
a death knell
the night climbs – light a wreck of itself
you wane there dear fox
your heart falling out your throat plucked
Born in Stirling, Scotland in 1966, Gillian Prew studied Philosophy at the University of Glasgow from 1984 to 1988. Her chapbook, Disconnections, can be purchased from erbacce-press (2011) and another chapbook, In the Broken Things, was published by Virgogray Press (2011). Her collection, Throats Full of Graves, was published in 2013 by Lapwing Publications. A further collection, A Wound’s Sound, was released from Oneiros Books in April 2014 and her chapbook, Three Colours Grief, was published by erbacce-press in June 2016. Her latest project (a collaboration with the poet and artist, Karen Little) is a small booklet contributing to a series raising funds for an animal shelter. She has been twice short-listed for the erbacce-prize and twice nominated for a Pushcart Prize.
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