Fox Among The Foxgloves Poem by Dónall Dempsey

FOX AMONG THE FOXGLOVES

white foxglove
creeping along
the bottom of the wall

love
a foreign language
she can't understand

love
she listens to it
but can't speak it

a lozenge of sunlight
floats on her bath water
just above her pubic hair

the bath
with its big claw feet as if
it would march off with her

the scum of him
floating off her like clouds
drifting across the now cold water

she sticks a big toe up the tap
to stop that annoying drip
her rubber duck smirks

her newly shaved legs
a patchwork quilt of toilet paper
to stop the bleeding

a lozenge of sunlight
rests upon
a chaise longue

naked she wears
a sun printed
white flesh bikini

fox among the foxgloves
in a world of its own
the naked woman doesn't notice