At the Goddess and Green man
\nI purchased a Hare Box
\nFor all of my trinkets and jewellery, she
\nSits on my dresser the moon in her Heaven
\nAn ethereal image
\nThat does remind me
\nOf the hare I once saw
\nIn old Braddon lane
\nStaring up at the moon
\nOn a cold afternoon
\nSleet slaked precariously
\nThough soon turned to rain
\nObserving unnerving
\nI parked by the side
\nHer eyes were aglow
\nWith no where to hide
\nPlayfulness
\nAware of the countryside’s show
\nThe gratification
\nThe beat and the flow
\nSat in the stillness
\nHer true animation
\nUnwinking, unblinking
\nThinking she’d go<\/p>\n
My little Hare Box
\nHad a real glow about it
\nMosaic ebony shot through
\nWith stars
\nThe fire in her heart
\nTook a turn and she scarpered
\nNot phased for one moment
\nAbout passing cars<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
At the Goddess and Green man I purchased a Hare Box For all of my trinkets and jewellery, she Sits on my dresser the moon in her Heaven An ethereal image That does remind me Of the hare I once … Continue reading