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The Bronze Eyed Hare

estrid enters the dunnri forest
scent of september greenery and needle
the slumbering sun on the pine tops
she reaches the black marsh
greets the bronze eyed hare
and the idle striders on the surface
estrid digs into her apron pocket
takes out her wooden flute
and plays a whirling polska

the striders start leaping
as if the water was on fire
the copper coins at the bottom
jangling glowing jangling glowing
three spiders tie a hair round estrid’s wrist
a hair from siv’s blonde head
the bronze eyed hare sings a silvery song

go deeper into the forest green eyed lass
deeper into the forest
and find your castle of resin and rose petals
the bracelet will protect you during your journey

another tale begins.

© Jenny Enochsson 2019

The Swedish version is called "Den bronsögda haren"


  1. “...another tale begins”
    This one is springy, and kind of tickles me if you see what I mean by that. And it lift my sprit to read it. :)

  2. Thanks! I wrote this in my "folktale period". Kind of an experiment or one-off poem. :)


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