Hares

By onemorething

Sun, 12 Apr 2020
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Hares cast spells

in hollowed hedgerows 

and drink light

shone for dawn,

they sip moon egg secrets and

crave no confession.

 

Hares borrow

a lunar eye and

mould old gods

from new clay,

but joined for Spring's urgency,

crave no redemption.

 

Image from wikimedia commons: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Hans_Hoffmann_(German_-_A_Hare_in_the_Forest_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

There's such a mystery about that first stanza, I love the idea of the hares casting spells in hollowed hedgerows and drinking in the light before dawn.

A magical poem indeed.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks, lots of mythical references. I do love hares. Thanks for reading it, am glad you liked it. Rachel :)

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I love the idea of them drinking dawn light, too! They make me jump out of my skin in the woods, as they wait till I almost trip over them before running off :0)

 

Submitted by onemorething on

I am very jealous that you get tripped up by them! Thank you for reading it, Di. :)