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Monday, May 21, 2018

Sue Wrinch,Spellbound

Spellbound
I fall into a hare’s being
she opens herself for me.
I slip in, climb
the staircase of her ribs,
and settle close to her
sparking, twitching heart.
Scents, earthy and herbal
wrap my head in a meadow scarf.
Long ears twist to catch sound,
vibrations, high and low.
I can hear earthworms tunnel lazily,
as bird’s scribble notes on sky,
taste the green of Spring in grass,
as sunshine soaks into my fur.
I look out through shining
amber eyes, see field and hedge
blur as my legs hurl
over scrub and heather,
lungs gulp in clear air as
I flow, bounding the furrows.
to lie at last under an opal moon
still spellbound.

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