Advent[ures] in Incarnation [10] | Brother Hare by Katherine Venn

I absolutely love this advent poem by Katherine Venn. She’s currently doing a Masters in poetry at the University of East Anglia, and keeping a blog of the experience over at Minute Particulars.

Brother Hare

Born with your clothes on, trembling in your scrape,
wide eyes open, soft, as new things are, warm;
alone, pressed small into a shallow form:
hope peers to see you in your shifted shape.
Peace, the angel whispers. And yet we shy
away from you, small one, with your split lip
running from the north with news of friendship,
grace tumbling like snow from a friendly sky.
No rest for you, grey one; you won’t be tamed.
Love of speed’s the only home for him who
has no ground, when trouble comes, to run to.
And still you dance, brother hare, trickster named;
you turn and turn again across the field,
winking at the moon, on joyful heels.


One response to “Advent[ures] in Incarnation [10] | Brother Hare by Katherine Venn”

  1. Francis Barton

    That’s exquisite. Thanks Katherine, and Kester.