Hare
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Crazy-eyed,
I high-tail it
away from Ceridwen’s lair,
jink-jinking to
avoid my pursuer
snapping at my heels –
relentless as death,
inescapable as my shadow.
Heart beating its tattoo of flight,
legs thrum, a drummer boy’s sticks.
Through cwm, over bryn, cefn, coed,
the gaps between the awkward spaces,
through a hedge backwards, this-way-that –
a mad man’s mind.
Method to my erratic path,
yet always, her hot breath at my back.
Driven by the fire in my
stream-lined head, an arrow of fur,
Long ears swept back,
best paws forward. Rabbit foot, bring me luck.
Ablaze with awen,
The world transformed
into a landscape of scent and sound,
predator and prey. Forage, territory and fate.
Moon-boxer,
I must turn and face my foe –
run through the fire and be transformed.
Let the fith-fath change me.
Copyright © Kevan Manwaring 2017
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From ‘The Taliesin Soliloquies’, originally published in The Way of Awen: journey of a bard, O Books 2010; to be included in the forthcoming Silver Branch: bardic poems by Kevan Manwaring, Awen, 2017 https://www.awenpublications.co.uk/
