Today's poet

[XRunner]

I really like that quality and wonder if it is to do with the belief that witches shapeshifted into hares. I read that Nicholson's poem is inspired by Cowper's about his tame hare. It is interesting how the hare seemingly has so much more of a sense of knowingness, intelligence and mystery than a rabbit and has inspired so much mythology and devotion in comparison.

Here is a verbal poem about The Hare As Witch Animal

[Hes]

That's a good find Xrunner. Its disturbing though, especially when you think of all those poor women that were drowned or burnt just for being herbalists or wisewomen.

Here is a verbal poem about The Hare As Witch Animal

[Harry H Howgill]

Just caught up after a weekend offline with the PC being infected. The **** poem was very apt as that word was heard a lot round here. I wouldn't mind someone attempting to extort my credit card details from me as long as they were gramatically correct whilst doing it! The standard of the hacker's Queen's English left a little to be desired. ;-)

[Harry H Howgill]

Top stuff OW.

Sickening language. Those were MY sensibilities!! No wonder there are some who use ipods during races (see another thread). The 'Ban Everything' Brigade have not taken into account these devices as sensibility protectors.

Running through the Commondale muck....(you can see where this is going!)
A fell poet ran out of luck
When twisting an ankle
With a pain that did rankle
Cried out to the world the word 'Ouch'


or something to that effect.

[Mountain Goatess]

I like that Hes...reminds me of Watership Down!

The Tame Hare

She came to him in dreams — her ears
Diddering like antennae, and her eyes
Wide as dark flowers where the dew
Holds and dissolves a purple hoard of shadow.
The thunder clouds crouched back, and the world opened
Tiny and bright as celandine after rain.
A gentle light was on her, so that he
Who saw the talons in the vetch
Remembered now how buttercup and daisy
Would bounce like springs when a child's foot stepped off them.
Oh, but never dared he touch —
Her fur was still electric to the fingers.

Yet of all the beasts blazoned in gilt and blood
In the black-bound scriptures of his mind,
Pentecostal dove and paschal lamb,
Eagle, lion, serpent, she alone
Lived also in the noon of ducks and sparrows;
And the cleft-mouthed kiss which plugged the night with fever
Was sweetened by a lunch of docks and lettuce.

Norman Nicholson (1914-1987)

[Harry H Howgill]

Wow. That is stunning. I just kind of, well, GET that.
That definately gets added to the favourites folder.

The Tame Hare

She came to him in dreams — her ears
Diddering like antennae, and her eyes
Wide as dark flowers where the dew
Holds and dissolves a purple hoard of shadow.
The thunder clouds crouched back, and the world opened
Tiny and bright as celandine after rain.
A gentle light was on her, so that he
Who saw the talons in the vetch
Remembered now how buttercup and daisy
Would bounce like springs when a child's foot stepped off them.
Oh, but never dared he touch —
Her fur was still electric to the fingers.

Yet of all the beasts blazoned in gilt and blood
In the black-bound scriptures of his mind,
Pentecostal dove and paschal lamb,
Eagle, lion, serpent, she alone
Lived also in the noon of ducks and sparrows;
And the cleft-mouthed kiss which plugged the night with fever
Was sweetened by a lunch of docks and lettuce.

Norman Nicholson (1914-1987)

[freckle]

Just caught up after a weekend offline with the PC being infected. The **** poem was very apt as that word was heard a lot round here. I wouldn't mind someone attempting to extort my credit card details from me as long as they were gramatically correct whilst doing it! The standard of the hacker's Queen's English left a little to be desired. ;-)

On no what a nightmare! Poor you !

[Nee Bother]

Hedgerows, boulders,
nettles and rocks
all around me now
as i sketch on my box
The views from this spot
and over the wall
must surely be ranked
the best of all

Trees, crags, cottages too
times like this are too few
To spend my time in
this scenic pathway
marks a wonderful end
to a beautiful day
NB
Attachment 4560

[Hes]

That's a lovely sketch NB & I enjoyed the poem.

Hedgerows, boulders,
nettles and rocks
all around me now
as i sketch on my box
The views from this spot
and over the wall
must surely be ranked
the best of all

Trees, crags, cottages too
times like this are too few
To spend my time in
this scenic pathway
marks a wonderful end
to a beautiful day
NB
Attachment 4560

[Hes]

Oh no, that sounds like a right pain. Hope all's back to normal again HHH.

Just caught up after a weekend offline with the PC being infected. The **** poem was very apt as that word was heard a lot round here. I wouldn't mind someone attempting to extort my credit card details from me as long as they were gramatically correct whilst doing it! The standard of the hacker's Queen's English left a little to be desired. ;-)