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Fox In The Hen House – A Poem By Carol J Forrester #DVersePoets

Their heads bob like drinking birds,
of course, of course, of course.
Necks pulled up from their collar bones.
I have never seen throats so open
as when your snout is at their jugular
the gleam on bright white teeth
masked by sheer magnetism.

Tonight’s quadrille prompt had me a little stumped to begin with. Then I started writing about iron filings, got stuck fifteen words in, and wrote this quadrille instead. I even got to bring out one of my own sketches to use for the feature image.

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Carol J Forrester is a writer and a history geek. Her debut collection 'It's All In The Blood' came out November 2019. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands when she can. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon.Her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers on her site Writing and Works.

37 Comments

  1. “of course, of course, of course”

    Oh, Carol. I can SO see them bobbing their heads. This is so well done.

  2. Wonderful character study. First thought was Ted Bundy, but not totally his MO. Dexter is more aligned with the fox, especially in the first season with his box of morning donuts. This poem could be written by Dokes 🙂 (Apologies if you don’t know who Bundy, Dexter, and Dokes are.)

  3. sanaarizvi says

    You never cease to amaze me with your use of language, gorgeously potent 🙂 I especially love; “I have never seen throats so open as when your snout is at their jugular.” This quadrille sings! 😍 😍

  4. Oh, I loves me some animalistic carnage, I do; Yes’m, dis be IT!!!
    Great write, CF

  5. Glenn A. Buttkus says

    We had a stray dog in 1953, and the neighbor raised chickens. One night our dog got in and killed 100 chickens. The neighbor did not force us to pay, but we had to shoot the dog. I was 9 years old, and it traumatized me.

  6. This is so delightful to read:

    Their heads bob like drinking birds,
    of course, of course, of course.

  7. Nature rules and it isn’t always pretty. As graphic as this line is, I like the perspective…
    “I have never seen throats so open
    as when your snout is at their jugular”

  8. The bobbing heads…..felt/seen in the repetition of of course.
    WOW. If you were sitting next to me you would have heard and audible WOW escape my lips at the end of reading this. Your imagery to describe this scene is fantastic!

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