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.

Sue Wrinch, The Poetry Shed