Year of the Rabbit


from the ABC set Silver Spun Sand Poems

We were together in so many; straddling
a stile at the top of a hill; zapping
midges at the reservoir, walking
the trunk of a felled oak tree – blown
down in a corridor of wind; huddling
together on the stones by the train-track.
Talking of so much and so little...

how your dad made you hunt
for snails in your own backyard;
then actually, cooked and ate them.
Of Ronnie Biggs – of Jackie Onassis;
where we were, what we were doing
when Kennedy was shot. Would
the Beatles make number one? How
I hated the braces on my teeth.

How the brown-leaved copper beeches
cackled in the wind like so many witches,
and how our hands shook – placing
that little cardboard box in God’s
good earth... reluctant partners in this,
yet to come to terms with, death thing.
Me...vowing I would never again
have another hamster, then you
made a rabbit, out of your hankie...
made me smile.

Crazy then...the two of us; caught up
in a pink, hula-hoop of a world, twirling
round our waists, whilst day followed day
followed day, and you were the best
of every one. From out of the mist,
the faint buzz of a distant express.
Heads down – ears to the rails;
hearing them zing.

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Comments

skinner_jennifer | September 22, 2011 - 12:29

What memories Tina,

expressing your life in poetry, is what you're so
good at.

I too wore braces on my teeth and hated them so
much, it's strange I'd quite forgotton about them,
until reading this.

I loved those lines:-

How the brown-leaved copper beaches
cackled in the wind like so many witches,

What a brilliant description.

Very much enjoyed and thankyou for sharing.

Jenny.

Silver Spun Sand | September 22, 2011 - 12:32

Pleased you enjoyed this one, Jenny. And those braces, eh? It was adding insult to injury in my case, as I had to wait until I was ten years old for my two front teeth as it was...the milk ones having come through decayed. Too much sugar on my dummy, once suspects;-)

Many thanks for your lovely comment;-)

Tina

fatboy74 | September 22, 2011 - 15:10

lovely opening Tina and the last two sections blew me away particularly the final one which is pretty perfect. Really well done. :-)

shoe | September 22, 2011 - 17:22

So very evocative, ah how I cried for my hamster! love the beech leaves too.

Silver Spun Sand | September 22, 2011 - 18:44

Thanks, so very much, fb. You have made my day;-)

Tina

Silver Spun Sand | September 22, 2011 - 18:46

And thank you, so very much, shoe. So pleased you enjoyed, and hamsters may only be tiny, but they really do tug at your heart strings, don't they?

Have a good rest of the week;-)

Tina

Highhat | September 22, 2011 - 19:39

Tina- Please I can't believe you spelled Beatles that way- must be a typo. Ha ha- wonderful evokative poem. I was lucky, never had braces but I was chubby little brat! Loved climbing trees. Remember the neighbour telling us about Kennedy's death and really I had no idea who he was! Remember Marilyn though- she was in the nude- isn't it terrible the tabloids liked that?

;)Pia

Silver Spun Sand | September 22, 2011 - 20:46

Hi there, Pia. And thanks for spotting my deliberate mistake;-) I am pleased you found this evocative and that it brought back good memories for you.

Tina;-)

MistakenMagic | September 22, 2011 - 21:44

My sister had her braces removed just in time for her start at university - very chuffed she was. Anyway, this is another beautiful poem, Tina. I love the idea of beeches 'cackling' - never two ideas I would have put together, but it works so well! Well done on the cherry ;-)

Magic xxx

Silver Spun Sand | September 23, 2011 - 07:46

Hi there, Magic, and I hope your sister is enjoying her 'freshers' week'; must bring back not so distant memories for you;-)

Thanks so much for your lovely comment and I'm pleased you liked it.

Tina xxx

MaggieG | September 23, 2011 - 15:27

"How the brown-leaved copper beeches
cackled in the wind like so many witches,
and how our hands shook – placing
that little cardboard box in God’s
good earth... reluctant partners in this,
yet to come to terms with, death thing.
Me...vowing I would never again
have another hamster, then you
made a rabbit, out of your hankie...
made me smile."

I do so like the way you write, reminiscent, and yet detailed, drawing the reader into memories :)

Silver Spun Sand | September 23, 2011 - 20:32

Thank you, MaggieG;-) More than appreciated.

Tina