Foxtrot

by T.P. Wilkinson / July 21st, 2019

a venue
promenade
four legs
in escapade
lightly tapping
worn out pavement
a menu
extravagant
four hands
to transplant
plates interrogating
game and plans
windows watching
walls not scaling
No horse, no chase
’tis the fox’s place.

Dr T.P. Wilkinson writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is also the author of Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, July 21st, 2019 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.