Dramatis Personae II

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Moon play

The moon’s hare sits on her haunches,

her ears a-glimmer with night.

She leaps in circles around the earth.

Such a shadow play, a movie! 

Silhouettes flicker on a gleaming

silver screen round as an eye.

Dear moon, bright moon, look down

with your hare-filled eye. Let your light

swim into the garden like a little fish.

Spangles splash among the shadows,

silvering the weeds.

Dazzling bright, stung with light.

 Hare on her haunches sits. 

An ear flops over her eye.

Down into the garden I go after midnight

not knowing how, somnambulant, white shining.

I fly along Punt Road to catch the late, late,

late-night bus.  A car near misses.  I am nearly

white shine on the asphalt.

The moon long set lies chuckling under the earth.

Like lava, but cold.

A rock with a hare-filled eye.

Heart a glitter

Sunshine through the rain-hazed pane
shatters into rainbows.

What of perfect form —
an arc, a circle, a perfect
diffraction?

A world in a window
haloed to distraction.

Light like love
ensouls an old rose.
Colours spill on the cold stone.

The summer sun sets
in a riot of rose.

The rain-hazed pane
is blooming.