The Great Fence
It’s like a fish net. Or a snappy trap.
You can see through it but you can’t
get at what’s on the other side.
Whether it was defence, to keep us out,
or for defence to keep them in,
we didn’t know. The weave wasn’t
too terribly dense – we could certainly
see right through, and we tried
on many nights to make our way from this
side to theirs. It was a fence
of steely strength and considerable
expense. And we rabbits lined up
along it, sitting like spectators
at a May Day parade. Wee bunnies,
wee rabbits, we sat there and watched
all those golden carrots and lettuces grow.
.
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Written for Poets United, Prompt A Fence
I had no clue you wrote from a Lagomorph perspective until the “we rabbits” line. What a great poem. It could have been about countries, or enemies, neighbors or gardeners. I like the universality of the piece.
He-he.
Thanks, Kim.
Awww. Now I feel very sad for all those poor bunnies out there.
Nice work, Misk.
Thanks, Linda.
I agree. Reminded me of one of my favourite novels, Watership Down.
It reminded me of real-life rabbits who chew everything you plant right down to the roots. Rabbit stew is quite delicious.
So it is. I cook it the Greek way. Delicious.
Wow, Misky…this has a lot of depth to it. Sometimes even though you can SEE through, the wall is impenetrable.
Thanks, Mary, that’s very kind of you. Glad that you liked it.
fun poem and educational too – get to add Lagomorph to my vocab … cool – thanks Misk
That was Kim’s word. I had to look it up also.
Terrific poem as to content, and also I just love your internal rhymes and enjambent. Are you following a specific form here that I haven’t caught up with yet, or creating your own?
You’re giving me much more credit than I’m due, Rosemary. I just started a new line when it seemed right to do so.
I’m glad that you enjoyed it!
Watership Down was a favorite of mine as well, but then had a garden invaded by rabbits. This is a delightful read, Misky, from several different angles,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
I’m glad that you enjoyed reading it, Elizabeth.
I’m still thinking Watership Down, not rabbit stew. But I guess that’s what those golden carrots are for.
But that’s the fun of poetry – so many different way to see what’s in it.
awww…poor bunnies! Superlike!
Thank you!
Poor rabbits! They’re just hungry, not meaning harm!
Maybe we should write them a picnic basket!
Misky, you are so imaginative, and write such lush scenes–Love this!
Thank you, Sara!
I LOVE this! It was such a cool surprise to find out it was bunnies looking thru the fence – gazing at the leafy banquet, poor things! When I used to garden I had a big fat rabbit who would keep me company when I was weeding – he’d laze up and down the rows eating whatever he pleased, then would snooze near me for a nice afternoon nap.
Your rabbit sounds like a really lovely friend. I’m happy that my little poem reminded you of him. Thanks for visiting!
Very cool!
Thank you!