Poem on Stone Hare (not by me!!)

This came up from an Arts Project that I seem to have email links with:

I really like it -



The Stone Hare

Think of it waiting three hundred million years,
not a hare hiding in the last stand of wheat,
but a premonition of stone, a moonlit reef
where corals reach for the light through clear
waters of warm Palaeozoic seas.
In its limbs lies the story of the earth,
the living ocean, then the slow birth
of limestone from the long trajectories
of starfish, feather stars, crinoids and crushed shells
that fill with calcite, harden, wait for the quarryman,
the timed explosion and the sculptor's hand.
Then the hare, its eye a planet, springs from the chisel
to stand in the grass, moonlight's muscle and bone,
the stems of sea lilies slowly turned to stone.

Gillian Clarke

I love that poem.

thank you:wave::wave:

thought the post had just slipped down with no attention and its such a lovely poem . . .

Awesome! :thumb: Always a treat to discover a new sonnet.

Thats lovely