The Fox Down in Bridge-Town
The wind outside is howling,
Like a dog left out in the rain,
Damp, despairing and dreadful,
A ruthlessness to restrain.
The whole house is shaking,
Like the storm is finally within,
Cast upon an uneasy turpitude,
Looks like God has seen me sin.
My home is a moral depravity,
Of a love that once died in vain,
Yet there’s a deep discrepancy,
Have I experienced enough shame?
My room here is a nightmare,
Once exasperated in lust,
Everything here is a terror,
This action was proclaimed unjust.
The fox down in Bridge-town,
Has found its way around.
The fox down in Bridge-town,
Has left without a sound.
Shadows bounce from the corners of bed,
In this resentment I call here,
Yet every time I find comfort,
Your daunting looks appear.
Obumbratio, Obumbratio,
On the place I’ve visited before,
Yet it paints a black picture,
Of a love wanting to restore.
Cry me a river,
And a stream and a lake and a boat,
For if you can’t swim,
You most definitely won't float.
There’s a spot where night meets day,
Where the moon is as useless as presumption,
It wreaks havoc and distortion,
Like capitalism does consumption.
The fox down in Bridge-town,
Has trouble finding its way home,
The fox down in Bridge-town,
Will leave before the gloam.
Is it twilight or crepuscule,
And will we find it's truth,
For nothing is inherently evil,
Not even a fox mixed up in youth.
About this poem
A poem about the struggles of growing up in a small town.
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Written on December 16, 2021
Submitted by on December 18, 2021
Modified on April 08, 2023
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Scheme | abcb adxd ebex xfgf HiHi xxxx xjgj gkxk xlll HmHm cncn |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,380 |
Words | 298 |
Stanzas | 11 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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