She lay on the lounger, watching
the rabbit nuzzle the lobelia.
Delia, for that was the rabbit's
improbable name, loved chewing
plants but found this one
a puzzle, more pretty than tasty
and somehow sad with its air
of suburban ennui but she,
Delia, did not do boredom
and continued to sniff
until the purpleness of lobelia
flooded her heart
and she leapt up in a binky*
while her owner began to sink
into a warren of dreams
about bunnies and stars.
(This was originally written in respose to a prompt in Poetry Nottingham, to use the first two lines in a poem, the winning entry can be read here (scroll down), I'm reposting the poem now in response to this photo over on A Houseful of Rabbits)
*binky is the rabbit dance of joy
Lovely poem Juliet but I don't know the word binky????
ReplyDeleteWe love "until the purpleness of lobelia flooded her heart"
ReplyDeleteThat would make us binky!
Weaver - yes, I'll edit to add a note, binky is the rabbit dance of joy.
ReplyDeleteFreckles and Deb - I thought you might like that line (other bunny bloggers too!)
We binky with Freckles and Deb too - it's a lovely poem :)
ReplyDeleteThose last four lines are so precious - love this. Particularly the use of the colour purple. Delightful poem!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful rabbit story! I really liked the flood of purpleness, adn the rabbit's happy dance.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous. Wonderful sounds and Delia has such personality.
ReplyDeleteHa, ha, you really stumped the non-rabbit folks with the binky!
ReplyDeleteBoy even I would BINKY if it was lobelia time around here!
ReplyDeleteAlthough ... Lucky and Winston got put out in a different pen, under cover from the endless rain, and they did a lot of binkys from all the new smells, cold or no!
"she,Delia, did not do boredom" - i love that - can't think of a more accurate thought for a rabbit.
ReplyDeleteI love the movement in the poem, and the title of the Still Life. So lovely.
ReplyDeletehow can we resist?
ReplyDeleteNice poem. I like how you used a rabbit as your main subject.
ReplyDeleteVery softening view in this bardic stort; the rabbit dances within her purple flooded heart.
ReplyDeleteHere... -binky- a word for 'baby's blanket.'
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What a brilliant little poem - love the internal rhyme and how the contrast between the bunny who is active and never bored compared to the owner, we assume, if the description of the flower matches her.
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