After “Hare Mosaic”, Corinium Museum
The love of my life boxed a blow
to my nose, when we first met.
Limbs skimmed gold tipped fields;
hearts thumped. We slumbered on
a quilt made from Lady’s Mantle.
Long days sank into tilled damp
earth, until dusk stole its warmth
after Orion was too fast for her.
Each night I wander, one rock to
another, body crouched, ears flat;
hunting for her face in the moon.
Starlight floods barren meadows
revealing Canis. My eyes close;
she zigzags on the horizon ledge
and outruns Orion every time.