Lady and fox
You, dog fox, dancer in the dark,
snapper-up of unconsidered trifles,
don’t look at me like that.
You’re curling your lip at me, moon-hunter,
backing away needle-toothed,
winged ears flattening against the bone.
Stop fretting about those sleeping pigeons
and hold my gaze. You’re a handsome beast
for a city dweller: could turn a lady into fox.
I want to grab you, mouse-catcher,
in your marvellously-tailored brocade,
dig my fingers into your furred lapels
and hold on tight for a rough ride.
And we could join forces, bone-cruncher:
I’d cook up those chickens for the two of us.
So show me the foxtrot, rats’ bane,
and I’ll teach you the slow waltz.
Before you disappear into the dark
let’s go out on the razzle –
you in your carnival mask,
me in my red fox fur.
What are your interpretations of this poem? watch
- Thread Starter
- 23-05-2016 19:16
- 23-05-2016 19:23
I did this today for iGCSE english lit today and found it so hard to understand - I ended up writing about how, at first, the woman felt superior to the fox, but then by the end she saw it much more equally and had some sort of attraction to it? lool I know it's a pathetic attempt but my mind went blank and I hate poetry soo.. Some people went all out though and were talking about it after the exam and said how the fox didn't even exist it was simply the woman's conscience? but I have no idea how/where they got that from