Hare-bells for Spring-Joyce
Two dainty hare bells made of bite-mouth china. Hand dipped in milky glaze and two hare paws dipping amongst blue Spring flowers.
Ah, the youth of hares and hare-bells. Their flippant feet pushing and boxing in the March air. Joycean hares twinkling with bell bulbs. Up through the fast dampening black earth. The joyful curve, or arch of a pink-lipped open mouth bell. Green, the snot-green of Joycean seas - a tiny Foxglove mouth all open and ready to ding-a-ling.
Hare-bell hanging under white roses, made of tin. Where the light shines always. Tink and tink and tink again it's a beautiful bird in the sun sometimes. Whenever the darkness finds me, I can swing in the pendulum of tiny china hare-bell swing.
How the hare-bell swells in the lightening year. No frost fallow for me.
posted by Molly Bloom @ 7:09 AM
1 Comments:
Molly! Saw that you were commenting over at Lettuce's so wondered if at last you were contactable! And yes! You are blogging once more!
I have a fixation with hares at the moment. One of my dog walks has hares everwhere. They hide in the ploughed earth and when they hear you they stand up and run, oh so gracefully across the field - they are SO big that sometimes I think they are deer.
Hope you are well and happy Molly.
xxxxxx Rambler xxxxx (quite literally these days!)
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