Author
Yvonne Kiddle is doing a doctorate in Early Modern studies and, in any leftover moments, slowly bringing to a close the novel she has been working on for some time.
by Yvonne Kiddle
The fox
dead
on the road
meant that the hens
could sleep
safe
for a night
in the house
which the farmer
through burden of necessity
had built for them.
But the child
shining his torch on the road
knew that
Life
in its hurry to escape
left
wounds –
jaw
staring open
eyes
shut tight
blood
gently
stealing
from the nose.
Fox
moribund
in this
last
disclosure.
(Exigua pars est vitae quam nos vivimus)*
*[“the part of life that we really live is short” – Seneca]
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