A Spell for the Rabbits
Beneath the orchard live the rabbits
The rabbits emerge at dusk to feed and play
Apples lay on the ground; food for the rabbits
The old gnarly apple trees protect the rabbits
Wind gently blows the leaves and branches
Some apples fall with a thud; more food.
Mean, yellow and Black
Feeding on fruit
Sharp tail Stings
Shortness of breath
Adrenaline pierces skin
I am cool and white.
Whatever you do I follow.
I don’t judge, just obey –
yet I see all that you do.
your self doubt,
The feeling of old
sweet yet savoury
pale creamy skin
Still young on the inside –
yet aged on the outside
You are an unusual contradiction
The gravel track crunches under my footsteps –
old pillbox, my friend
when the sky opens
and rain threatens to drench me.
Sweet yellow gorse flowers
with unwelcoming thorns –
Warm air tempered by strong breeze –
Refreshing smell of water,
Horse pond with beautiful lilies
Cows lay in the grass
flicking off flies with their tails –
One mooing a warning to others
that I’m approaching –
I mean no harm but
they can’t be too careful.
One nods approval and
I climb the steep narrow track
slipping on the loose stones –
steadying my self with my stick.
Out of breath I reach the top to be met
with a view of the horizon –
London skyline on a clear day.
Stonechats calling to each other.
The breeze is stronger up here –
I steady my hat