Sunday 20 March 2016

THE FABLED HARE BY MADDY PRIOR


I sall go until a hare,
Wi sorrow and such mickle care.
I sall goe in the Devil's name,
An while I come home again.


I am ruled by the moon, I move under her mantle.
I am the symbol of her moods, of rebirth cycle.
I am companion to the Gods,
I can conceive while I'm pregnant.
I call the dawn and spring in, I am the advent.
I bring life from water in a cup that must be broken.
I whisper to the bursting egg, I'm Aestre's token.


Scent of dog, scent of man.
Closer, closer, smell them coming.
Hot breath, hot death.
Closer, closer, hard the running.
Tongues pant, hearts thump.
Closer, closer, through the fields.
Teeth snap, Bones crack.
Closer, closer, at my heels.
Nearer yet and nearer.
I can feel the poacher's knife.
He is running for his dinner.
I am running for my life.

Scent of dog, scent of man.
Closer, closer, smell them coming.
Hot breath, hot death.
Closer, closer, hard the running.
Tongues pant, hearts thump.
Closer, closer, through the fields.
Teeth snap, Bones crack.
Closer, closer, at my heels.
Nearer yet and nearer.
I can feel the poacher's knife.
He is running for his dinner.
I am running for my life.


Wynter wakeneth al my care,
Nou this leues waxeth bare.
Ofte y sike ant mourne sare,
When hit cometh in my thoht,
Of this worldes joie, hou hit geth al to noht.


Man sprays no weeds.
The scythe cuts, the corn bleeds.
Leverets trapped in a harvest blade.
Tis the time of man the hare said.
Here's the tractor, here's the plough.
And where shall we go now?
We'll lie in forms as still as the dead.
In the open fields the hare said.
No cover but the camouflage,
From the winter's wild and bitter rage.
All our defence is in our legs.
We run like the wind the hare said.


Man sprays no weeds.
The scythe cuts, the corn bleeds.
Leverets trapped in a harvest blade.
Tis the time of man the hare said.



I've been cursed, I've been despised,
As a witch with darkest powers.
I sall goe until a hare.
I've been hunted, trapped and punished,
In these my darkest hours,
Wi sorrow and such mickle care.
I've been thrown into the fire,
But I do not fear it.
I sall goe until a hare.
It purifies and resurrects,
And I can bear it.
I sall goe until a hare.
Wi sorrow and such mickle care.
I have outrun dogs and foxes,
And I've dodged the tractor wheels,
I sall goe until a hare.
I've survived your persecution,
And your ever-changing fields.
Wi sorrow and such mickle care.
I will run and run forever,
Where the wild fields are mine.
I sall go until a hare.
I'm a symbol of endurance,
Running through the mists of time.
Wi sorrow and such mickle care.







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