In his refuge
As the sun sets
The hare
Waits;
Dusk
Is its hour,
Its time to brave
The beagle’s
Bark and
Bitter bite
To leave his form
And risk
Life again –
For
Continuity.
The HARE
Tag Archives: danger
Beware Of The Bull
Where the circus pit
of my stomach churns
heart beat first flutters
then pounds
and mutters
fear comes
to liquid lungs
and fright to flight is urged
red rags banned
fear felt …
… and yet …
Only a sign
a gentle warning
no sort of shrine
suspect moonshine
likely benign
surely no danger lurks
in buttercup fields
my guesswork
tells me more
this is a ploy
no real McCoy
a sharpish shout
to keep me out
no bull
no threat
and yet …
in the end
we yield
to threats and signs
to worrying warnings
I am not bold
strict guidelines hold
Lustic Limerick #2
There was a young lass from Belsize
She looked at me, rolling her eyes.
When she put out her tongue
I thought “You’re a bit young,
And to touch you just wouldn’t be wise.”
IN THAT OTHER LIFE
Take me back to those distant days
When time stood boldly still;
The burbling beck flowed green and clean
Beside the bellowing forge;
When each day brought new hope
And the healing world invited me in.
With that street gang
I fearlessly fought,
Braved the imminent threats.
Regrets nor desire for retribution
Clouded no horizon
And danger held no thrall.
Little I knew or even thought
Of what new years might hold.
Each day brought its gratitude,
Each birthday took no toll…
No future promise was worth a penny
Beyond tomorrow’s stretch.
But now, even in my clouded vision,
I see with unblinkered sight,
The past held all my future
Up to its proffered light,
And could I but have known it then
I nothing would now overwrite.
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