National badger day

So what more suitable than three badger’s hexastitch poems. Thank you, Paul Brookes for posting them on his blog.

Three (national) badgers

Badger
passes night time,
the track through sunflowers
ripe enough for pigeons,
badger prefers
corn cobs.

Nothing
in the dusk light
touches our garish world—
grey badger, brown fox slip
through the bars of
our cage.

I see
you, grey shadow,
along the hedge trotting,
your drunken sailor gait,
stub-tail swinging,
night lamb.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

11 thoughts on “National badger day”

  1. I saw these badger poems on Paul’s site earlier. I love that you write this form about badgers. That drunken sailor’s gait. 💙
    I’ve never seen a badger here, so I think of them as being your creatures.

      1. They can’t. We don’t hunt badgers as such, we find their sett, put dogs in each of the entrances and we dig them out. Utterly barbaric. No gunshots. Just dogs and men baying.

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