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.