Rebecca Morrison, The Road to Ménerbes



The road to Ménerbes

Led to unexpected treasures:

The first lizard of the season

Slid from the crack in the chapel wall;

A rabbit, too – not the tweed-knit

Greys of the vineyard, but a Parisian lapin,

All elegant in black and white.

A pair of stone lions

Guarded the nunnery’s emptiness.

Spring hovered, chill,

And we five had the run of the place –

Lions, rabbit, lizard, girl.



One response to “Rebecca Morrison, The Road to Ménerbes”

  1. Lucy Alsop says :

    Love your poem, Rebecca, hope all’s well with you? Lucy xx

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