Another late response to TFE's writing prompt
Black Rabbit
Around sunset this time of year I get to squinting up the garden
and often beside the holly, there’s the black blur
motionless, it could be a shadow, mulching grasses, a wing perhaps -
a leftover from a night time feud.
Watch long enough and it moves then all bets are off,
even from this distance that giveaway lollop,
it is what it is, a minor aberration catching the eye,
sticking out among its sludge coloured kin.
It has no choice and standing out like this must be dangerous,
life-threatening to this soft-pelted prey
but that’s how I’d prefer to be
alone, my own self.
6 comments:
The tone was perhaps set by the terrible(in the frightening sense) rabbit/hare sculpture, but there was something eerie and of the suoernatural about this ,EW.(very ted hughes)It's a scary thing yet so vulnerable.A powerful twist of an ending too, echoing the vulnerabilty.A really fine poem, I like it.
Fascinating look at the onset of evening and the shadowy qualities of the nocturnal ones.
This is very nice EW, and I really like that idea of wanting to be unique/ completely yourself even with all the risks that this entails. Lovely.
Love it. I have one little red-headed daughter and she's always talking about this (how it's hard to merge into a crowd...).
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Very nice, your own self!
Particularly like the "minor aberration catching the eye". Very realistic. (I was amazed to discover that peripheral vision is more sensitive than whatever we see "in the middle" of our vision).
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