She-who-scribbles has been in d-e-e-p retreat for some weeks; don’t expect sense anytime soon.
Everything is dancing today.
A rabbit pulls a pipe
from his waistcoat pocket,
Breathes deep and fingers
a scatter of twinkling
This causes a few planets and I
to go nuts
and start a little jig.
Someone sees us,
tries to get me
Listen: this world is a loony-bin.
It’s only real if you’re chronically
if you haven’t made the
into wild foolishness.
Even with its firmness
beneath my feet
and the mailman knowing
my street number
I hang out somewhere else:
with partying bunnies
and a cosmos spinning
in giddy delight.
Reading Hafiz’s poem Then Winks catapulted my brain over to Beatrix Potter and her partying rabbits. Or was it the other way around?
Purists will protest my highjack and mash-up of Hafiz’s words, forgetting that they aren’t even his – rather, they are the Hafiz-inspired outpourings of Daniel Landinsky.
Beatrix – who knew the truth about bunnies and most things – would smile knowingly.
Daniel – well, he knows what it is to be gripped by a verse and taken for a ride.
As for Hafiz – I’ll ask him next time we’re in our cups and jiving…
Beatrix Potter watercolour from bibliodyssey blog.
Then Winks, by Hafiz [Daniel Landinksy]
12 thoughts on “dances with bunnies”
Ha. i doubt that purists come to this place.Oh silliness, I ADORE you, and you who love sillies
and I would love to share one of the zillion little sillytwitties I have made – :
Twinkle, twinkle, little Tsar
Little Nikolaj of the House of Romanov had a very sober mama, and the upbringing was English – so there was not so much twinkle in Nik’s early days. Maybe because of that, Nik felt a deep urge to decorate his horses with medals and jewelry he borrowed from his family members. One day his father Alexander caught him in the act of adorning his horse Freakin Awesome with Grand Cross of Unrelented Victory and with the blue diamond-necklace Tatarataaa from his grand grandmother. Or somebody. Alexander immediately understood the little boy’s need for bling and twinkle, and actually shed a tear or two, since he had had the same urge as a boy. So he simply removed the jewelry from Freakin and hang them on his son. Just this one time twinkle twinkle big time it was, and father and son bonded deeply.
Nina you are a gem! Thank you. 🙂
Love your dancing with bunnies! Utterly delightful!!!!
I’m delighted that you’re delighted Elaine – thank you so much for leaving a comment!
Dances with words and pirouettes with bunnies!
Isn’t it wondrous Di? Who’d have thought it would come to this in one’s dotage? ❤
Wonderful, Miriam — you’ve given some lovely luster to the little-appreciated fun of transliteration! ❤
Oh – so there’s a name for this foolishness?!
Thank you dear Bob – I’m grinning. ❤
Precious one, you are a delight with your delicious offerings, Glenda xx
Your comment makes me very happy dear Glenda. Smiles and bows and showers of rose petals to you!
Loved this, Miriam! I sensed I was reading something familiar then saw it was a rendition of a rendition. Let the purists argue, while we laugh and whirl our way into the sunset! It was a delightful, delicious ride!
Wonderful to have your company on the ride dear Michael. Thank you!