Warrens

Below the shadows upon the downs,

dark rabbits inhabit the land.

Splintering the earth with foot and claw,

digging deep their warrens of fear.

Down below where violet tentacles of light cannot reach.

With what memories such a beast seek the path to an indifferent life.

Before the field, under invisible towers of earth and stone to call home, 

the greying old hare wanting but not understanding the next life is waiting.

 

From which dreams this thing would grow wiser while the world changed and was born upright.

On two legs but still he scurries round and round.

Deep the holes are dug.

Many tunnels and many emotions.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Shaquana Adams]

I agree with Baby. That seems like the perfect metaphor. Interesting piece Raymond! :)
-QuanaWana

[Raymond Federle]

Thank you! :)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

The exhausted deliverance and human emotion is a unique and seductive mix, well done, good read.

[Raymond Federle]

Thank you Thomas! :)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Your welcome

[Baby Ricochet]

Reads to me like a kind of depression. Hiding away from the light of life for so long one becomes horribly distorted from the darkness. Great poem Raymond

[Raymond Federle]

Thanks for stopping by and the review BR!!!! :)