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| 'Night Fox, Night Girl' by William Yates (permission awaited) |
3am. I am awake
alive to the night
that bears me into
day
dawn vigil in my
church of lucent walls
candles call, a
bloom of flowers,
to praise the
Paschal light.
And yet fear stalks
me
I am woman-bound,
dare not prowl the
dark,
raise my haunches to
the moon
for fear of men who
wait and watch
and while and wile
the night.
Fox take my prayers
howl grace notes to
the night
sing praise songs to
the wild
of countryside and
Bankside
in your certain
stride you hold
my Liberty, Libera
me.
4am. My senses keen
I bind my heartbeat
to the witches' briar
weave protection
from my fear
with thorns of green
and guile
open the door, scent
the air
my hunger gives me
paws.
Four foxes call me
out
they trail and track
and pad-push
the boundaries of
night
and fright, I am
woman-wild
I will not be
denied. I am amber-eyed.
My defiance has
claws.
5am. I step into the
church and howl a silent prayer.
I am fox-blessed and
alive!
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