HIEROGLYPH Poem by Pauline Stainer

HIEROGLYPH



The moon is pale
as a hare's belly

so what trembles
the alert stillness

of this Egyptian hare
over a ripple of water

into running script?

Thursday, February 14, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: running
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