Poem Of The Month: March

Hare by Mark Hearld


Inspired by a glorious Mark Hearld collage, pictured with the artist’s permission.

I see sunlight through one translucent ear,
A river delta of veins and blood,
Your sideways looking eye, bright and clear,
Your restless crouch in scrape of grass and mud.
For me a moment out of time and place,
For you, wired to the necessities of spring,
A pulse’s pause, unnoticed in your race
To be alive and take on everything.
I quiver with you for our encounter’s length,
You taste the air, for you more urgent wine
Than my tongue can test; its strength
Too subtle, my senses more anodyne.
High above us wind turbines turn and groan
But just for now we share this time alone.