Every night when I was wed <br />In my mind’s eye, in my wishful head <br />I’d leave my man in the marriage bed <br />And dance like a mountain hare <br /> <br />When day was done and the small things said <br />The dishes dried and the papers read <br />I would lie in the house like a thing half dead <br />Till I danced like a mountain hare <br /> <br />When was the second I knew love fled? <br />When I hung on a hook like a shot deer, bled <br />And my heart stopped still like a ball of lead <br />Till I danced like a mountain hare <br /> <br />For the bounds of life had shrunk to a shed <br />Spidery-dark, with a noose-like thread <br />Where ill-will glutted by grievance fed <br />No place for a mountain hare <br />I would wish each wife who lies in dread <br />Waiting the creak on the stairs, the tread <br />Of the mate who shares her daily bread <br />The joy of the mountain hare <br /> <br />Up where the setting sun burns red <br />To run like the wind, with the whole world spread <br />Under your feet, to freedom bred <br />The flight of the mountain hare<br /><br />sheena blackhall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mountain-hare/
