I am the hare
who does not go
straight home.
I relish the cool dew
on my whiskers,
the wind in ears and scut.
Dawn steals
past the farmer’s gate
and I follow in its honeyed wake,
zig-zagging fields,
up and down hills,
among the yellow daffodils,
too full of giddiness
to go straight home to bed.
Instead,
I stop,
watch the sun poke
holes in the grey,
and revel in its brightness
just a little longer
before I am ready to relinquish the day.
Kim M. Russell, 5th March 2020

A March hare poem for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night, also linked to Poets and Storytellers United Writers’ Pantry
Sarah and I recently read a most enjoyable, anecdotal, non-fiction book by Tom Cox, stave by stave with The Pigeonhole. It’s a celebration of British countryside and eccentricity called Ring the Hill, in which Tom Cox devotes much of a chapter to the hare. He shares a list of its many colloquial names, one of which really spoke to me and compelled me to use it in a poem, hence the title of this one.
I won’t be writing any poems or linking up any old ones next week, as I will be focusing on my grandson, who till be two years old tomorrow!
a lovely wayward hare – hanging out the moment the way children do before bed. well read too
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Thank you so much, Laura!
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I love the way you have gone inside the hare, and how you fall for all those temptations… I almost wish I could be a hare.
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Thank you, Bjorn. I adore hares. My grandson Lucas has three ‘bunnies’ but I think they are actually hares.
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Your poem tells me you’ve watched many hares out and about. I enjoyed reading and hearing about their carefree natures you have lovingly shared ❤
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Thank you Lisa! 😉
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🙂
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You make the reader want to be a hare, too. Nice one.
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Thank you, Anthony!
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Hippety-hop and we’re off for a morning romp. Great write!
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A lovely tale of joyous freedom and living for love of the day.
Scut is a wonderful word, isn’t it?
Enjoy your time with your lovely grandson – the birthday boy, two!
Anna :o]
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Thank you, Anna! I agree about the word ‘scut’ -apparently it dates back to over 400 years, but you don’t hear or see it these days. Sadly , I won’t see Lucas tomorrow, but I’ll make up for it when I get there!
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The poet and the hare, shades of Watership Down. The frolic is infectious. I like the line /dawn steals past the farmer’s gate/. Cool making the hare first person too.
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Thanks Glenn!
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hares are wild and wacky. I can quite imagine one deciding not to go home to bed. Nicely observed 🙂
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Thank you, Jane! 😊
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🙂
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Hares are just beautiful creatures. You wrote this poem so wonderfully and peacefully. 🙂
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Thank you so much!
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You are welcome Kim. 🙂
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I like the dawn’s honeyed wake moving across the fields.
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Thanks Frank!
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Lovely read Kim… It made me want to be a hare – for at least as I was reading your lovely rendition of this creatures pastoral existence…
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Thank you so much, Scott!
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I like the energy of this. It sounds like you’re all prepared to hang out with the young one
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Thank you, Ali. I’m already packed and have my train tickets!
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A delightful romp with this hare–thank for taking us along.
Happy Birthday to your grandson! I can’t believe he’s two already.
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Thank you, Merril, I will pass on the birthday greetings. He’s changing all the time and now strings words into short sentences!
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Two is a fun age.
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This is delightfully woven, Kim! 💝 I especially love; “I stop, watch the sun poke holes in the grey, and revel in its brightness just a little longer.” 😀
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Thank you, Sanaa! 🙂
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Enchanting tale from the hare’s eye view. I especially enjoyed listening to you reading it
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Thank you so much, Larry.
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I love the story Kim. Enjoy your time off with your grandson.
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Thank you, Grace.
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Oh! wow!! hoe wonderfy lto be oen with nature and experience it evrey bit.
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Thank you!
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I love this poem, the hare enjoying the present moment as full-heartedly as creatures do. Enjoy your grandson’s birthday. Two is such a precious age.
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Thank you, Sherry.😊
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I loved it, you pulled me in from the start.
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Thank you!
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I enjoyed your poem down the rabbit trail! So many great images. This is one I liked a lot…
Dawn steals
past the farmer’s gate
and I follow in its honeyed wake,
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Thanks Dwight!
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Well done, KIm, you have captured the hare…a hard thing to do! We all want to be the hare who does not go straight home! JIM
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Thanks Jim!
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Lovely! Happy Birthday to your grandson.
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Thank you, Ayala!
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I love the sense of life and adventure in this poem – so full of life
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Thank you, Jae.
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A great, fresh vibrant write – even second time around this morning… My favourite lines:
“I stop,
watch the sun poke
holes in the grey…” Stellar stuff…
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Thanks Scott.
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I’d like to think that I am like the hare. Trying to relish every moment to the last.
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Loved this! I’m always trying to creep past the early (late?) rabbits in the nearby park without disturbing them. Never works…
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Thanks Wyndolynne!
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carpe diem! lovely
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Thank you!
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I love this, Kim. I love that she finds wonder and warmth and something to take home. I love that by staying a little longer, by looking a little deeper, she gets to have (and keep) something more.
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I’m so pleased you read into it all that I hoped would be, Magaly. Butbthen, I knew you would.
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I loved reading this and conjectured that he was taking his time to get home to Mrs Hare and the leverets!
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Delightful – and thanks for sharing your learning about hares (which to me are exotic foreign animals).
Have fun with your grandson!
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Love this, Kim! I’m out of breath after all that zig-zagging!
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Rabbits and I have a difficult relationship. They keep away from my young plantings and I leave them be.
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scut- is a new word for me today! thank you! And I loved listening to the reading!
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I adore this poem from the hare’s perspective. Lovely to listen to your reading.
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Thank you, Kerry. I just got back from my daughter’s and hope to get back to daily writing by Tuesday.
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I am in love with this hare, so full of life 🙂
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Thank you kindly!😊
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OK, Kim, may I be the first to relish praise upon this poem today. I have difficulty watching rabbits, because of the prevalence of hawks, but this old goodie gets my toe tapping.
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Aw, you made me smile, Glenn. Thanks so much! 😉
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It is ironic that you wrote this on the cusp of the pandemic; like a pre-ode to the freedoms we all would be giving up.
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Wow! I didn’t even spot that – that’s for pointing it out. 😉
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ha. un. have the rabbits been as plentiful your way as they have been here. seriously, the pandemic has been good for the rabbits in virginia. they are everywhere. lol. careful though little bunny, hang out in the farmers garden too long and you might catch some buckshot. but perhaps it is worth the risk to linger longer.
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Funny you should ask that, Brian. I haven’t seen any rabbits, and I was sure they’d be tempted by the radishes I’m growing. I spotted hares in the area a while back, but haven’t been out much.
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So beautiful and serene. I enjoyed reading this piece; it flows so nicely and the structure is wonderful.
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Thank you, Lucy.
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I can see every bit of it in my mind, but I particularly love this part:
“Dawn steals
past the farmer’s gate
and I follow in its honeyed wake,”
So glad you brought this out for another viewing, Kim.
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Thanks Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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I loved seeing from the hare’s perspective, love the dew on his whiskers.
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Thank you, Sherry.
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Nice Kim. Enjoyed the read and the adventure!
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Thank you, Grace.
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kaykuala
Life can be full of excitement one would want to bask in its wake as much as possible. Afterall it is not easy to apprehend those hare and rabbits out there enjoying the sun. Nice thoughts Kim!
Hank
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Thank you, Hank!
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Wandering has its pleasures. (K)
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Oh, Kim, this is so lovely. You always take us on a nature walk in the most beautifully descriptive way!
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Thanks so much, Bev!
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Your hare understands what is important.
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Humans must have been like that once.
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I know it was a hare, but it still reminded me of Watership Down. So delightful Kim ☺️💕
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This is simply delightful, I love the rhyming, it is so musical and yet not forced. this is one of my favorites of yours. So nice to be able to enjly and imbibe the glow and beauty of a world. Love this Kim 🙂
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Thank you so much, Lona! 🙂 I am fond of hares, especially the way they walk in a zig-zag, never straight.
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Ah, this made me smile. I like this hare. 🙂
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😊
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A delightful opening line for a delightful poem, Kim.
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Thank you, Judy!
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