I used to post a poem every Wednesday here; either one of my own or a choice in celebration of another poet's work. I've not done that in a while, so it felt like time. This week I stumbled into Ted Hughes's 'The Thought Fox', and was overcome by the
"sudden sharp hot stink of fox".
Yes. Like that.
Even better, The Poetry Archive has an audio recording of Hughes reading this poem in his own distinctive timbre. *Listen here*.
That's all. I just had to share. I love foxes. The Thought Fox made me think.
Meanwhile, is it autumn yet? I always associate autumn with the season of the fox...