Rathlin Island
There was a brief glimpse, and then, with shifting the line
of sight
to accommodate the patch of gorse, both hares, boxing, could
be viewed.
There was compact power in the haunches of each,
upright, and above the sheep nibbled grass,
beneath the sunlight, the blonde coats shimmered.
beneath the sunlight, the blonde coats shimmered.
Through the breath grimed window at the back of the bus,
somewhere between one jolt and another on that aging lane
a single hare turned, found my gaze, fixed it with his
Nordic stare.
This is the amulet I keep now about my neck, invisible
against my breastbone,
This is my talisman: the hare’s regard, the unfactured sky,
the swaying sea,
and the tiny speedwell scattered through the turf.
Wow! Hard to single out anything from this marvellous piece, at once description and emotional journey – but I do particularly love, 'There was compact power in the haunches of each' and the last two lines. It's kinda haunting, too; I think it will stay with me a long time.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Rosemary.
ReplyDeletefantastic moment caught!
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