And So She Chased Hares


And So She Chased Hares

Oh to be the heroine of your thorny life.
She of good temper and humour, usefully plain,
there born of a good disposition, a fine wife

she’d make. Have a respectable man, neither poor
nor uncommonly rich, and of excellent health,
and she’d bore him a family – that so she swore.

And when babes came with all their heads, legs and arms,
she played boy’s games, and played with all their boy’s toys.
A fine wife, a fine family, her life so charmed.

But there on the moors at the edge of a moonlit tarn,
that mad woman is chasing grey hares through the thorn.




 p.s. Not my secret. Written for dVerse Poets


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