Photo from summer 2019 outside the bedroom window.
There were hares here once
always
I saw them run
but even hares
can’t run faster
than bullets.
This meadow so full of bees
and budding flowers hedged
by wild plum in wild white blossom
is an empty place
without the dash
the mad race
the midday moonlit dancing
of spring hares.
Mad woman from mediocrity, muses.
Writer & Photographer
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October and November 2019
"Words are all we have" Samuel Beckett.
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I saw this on Twitter before I saw your post. 😀
I read Nessa Owen’s poem about tearing up a hedgerow and it immediately made me think of the insidious destruction that’s going on all the time.
I love how inspiration gets sparked like that–even though it’s a sad subject.
Yes, it’s a good reaction, it means something.
I see they’re at it again with the guns, never ending I suppose. A pity.
Pat
Beautiful blog
Thank you!
Soon nothing will be left 💜
I fear you’re right.
Yup!
Easter is approaching. Should people rather eat breeding rabbits? The wild hares have to survive.
They breed hares in cages then let them loose to hunt them. Like pheasants. No doubt that’s what they’ll do here now.