Thursday, 17 January 2019

The Bronze Eyed Hare

estrid enters the dunnri forest
scent of september greenery and needle
the slumbering sun on the pine tops
she reaches the black marsh
greets the bronze eyed hare
and the idle striders on the surface
estrid digs into her apron pocket
takes out her wooden flute
and plays a whirling polska

the striders start leaping
as if the water was on fire
the copper coins at the bottom
jangling glowing jangling glowing
three spiders tie a hair round estrid’s wrist
a hair from siv’s blonde head
the bronze eyed hare sings a silvery song

go deeper into the forest green eyed lass
deeper into the forest
and find your castle of resin and rose petals
the bracelet will protect you during your journey

another tale begins.


© Jenny Enochsson 2019

7 comments:

Ande said...

Wonderful. It felt like a mystical cycle of poems from old! The words swing and dance inside the lines, a rhythm so distinct I could hear it while reading. “three spiders tie a hair round estrid’s wrist
a hair from siv’s blonde head
the bronze eyed hare sings a silvery song”
This poem made me glad. Let’s hear the other tale as well!

Lise Larsen said...

Yes! You did post a poem and a splendid one as well. Ande is right, this is a jangling dancing poem. And it makes me happy.

Jenny said...

Ande and Lise, thanks a lot! So glad you liked it.

po johnson said...

Really liked to read your poem. Very much a fantasy I would love to visit. Your poems are as always a welcome disruption from my daily life of computers, numbers and readouts,
I even felt uncertain when ticking the box "i am not a robot."

Jenny said...

PO, glad that you enjoyed it. You seem human, but what do I know.

Jeremy Blomberg said...

I agree with everything said above, love the rhythm. folk song?

Jenny said...

Thanks, Jeremy. I am definitely influenced by folk tales and folk songs. Here, I was also influenced by the atmosphere of Theodor Kittelsen's and John Bauer's paintings.