Caught more as an afterimage
The hare weaves haywire patterns
Leveret, young enough
To thrill in running from shadows
Cast by this artificial sun
It catches the edge of lit space
More movement still than shape
Playing at unreality
In the seconds before I pass
Stuart Sharp, East Yorkshire, UK
3 comments:
Terrific imagery - I've seen rabbits of all sizes and shapes play with danger and shadows. A vibrant poem.
so true; poignant image. nicely done.
A language that is somewhat recalcitrant and strong - far above the all too typical syrup of poetry. Excellent.
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