On Andreas Dunes

On Andreas Dunes

I met a brown rabbit
Today on the dunes
When the curlews were piping
Their queer, lonely tunes.

He sat on his haunches
As I came along,
And watched while I listened
To that airy song.

The broad air was quiet,
Yet full of thin sounds,
And the sea’s voice came softly
Across the pale mounds.

The little brown rabbit
And I stood apart
In a musical silence
That sang through the heart –

Then he moved, and to ruin
Our poised magic slid:
But I knew in its fragments
Eternity hid.

(source: Mona Douglas from her book The Island Spirit (1937))

Bernadette Weyde

Bernadette Weyde

I'm a web designer, amateur historian and keen gardener and I enjoy bringing Manx history, folklore and poetry to a modern audience.

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