Red Dress
Knight in Rusty Armor
El-Ah-Rai-Rah
Prince with a Thousand Enemies
In Lapine, which you are immaculately proclaimed, through action strived.
There is but one weary warren once before
which equally spoke to sun and
span of the willow’d
wisp green
heights,
lush
bloomed
forest.
Treading past threatening hrudil, the loud
chariots (running their lights, blind grasped those in
middle of Night-Roads) and of Never ceasing Men Rabbit-hunts.
Prince!
One who had won our now
strong hind-legs
at the
cost
of many elil
Thanks.
The Victor,
granting our now perceptive ears.
Carry rattled lore of mighty deeds risked
by you, prince. Stories, presently echo-heard
through Dandelion and Silverweed Nests.
By perched watchtower stances, we’ve encountered
your Foe’s lineage. Still we (just as you did)
Flee with Precise Cunning Past,
Coming about
back home
But you,
Prince with a Thousand Enemies.
You did not have hrududil growls
back then, nor the presence
of men (who ****
like rabbits).
Do not fret,
foreword by warren storytellers
tails and tales again
proclaim
a
new
prince (though
reluctant).
Hazel, of
Watership Down
“Vo-Ah-Rai-Rah”
Prince with a Thousand Allies
Together, tread with helping paws
From rogue mice, and family of noble silly
spoken buzzards. On flight and Wing, a wind of Bird Eye View
To Ni-Frith, stench of past hay, cuddles Doe, cuddles Kitten
Burrows lavished in high jeweled hills.
Frosted by Autumn’s
Breath, set
toasty
when cicada
symphonies congregate again.
Less now, today, that we fear Hounds or Feline
What are Elil, ‘gainst buzzard, mice, por’pines, and Lapine?
These days quiet. Hear the tapered showers.
In distance, the puff breathe of cottage smoke.
Prince with a Thousand Enemies
Your legacy became
born in Danger
Now
it lazily sleeps in peace.
---
This poem was inspired by the book Watership Down, a novel about a group of outcast rabbits trying to find a place to make their own warren. The group of rabbits encounter treacherous dangers and circumstances that they must overcome even though much of the dangers are much larger than they. In the novel there is lore that the rabbits pass down, the original rabbit whose name is El-Ahrairah which in Lapine (rabbit language) means "Prince with a thousand enemies". I have taken study of Celtic poetry, particularly in Irish verse, so you will find the simple, yet whimsically delightful imagery that many Irish poems contain.
Prince with a Thousand Enemies
In Lapine, which you are immaculately proclaimed, through action strived.
There is but one weary warren once before
which equally spoke to sun and
span of the willow’d
wisp green
heights,
lush
bloomed
forest.
Treading past threatening hrudil, the loud
chariots (running their lights, blind grasped those in
middle of Night-Roads) and of Never ceasing Men Rabbit-hunts.
Prince!
One who had won our now
strong hind-legs
at the
cost
of many elil
Thanks.
The Victor,
granting our now perceptive ears.
Carry rattled lore of mighty deeds risked
by you, prince. Stories, presently echo-heard
through Dandelion and Silverweed Nests.
By perched watchtower stances, we’ve encountered
your Foe’s lineage. Still we (just as you did)
Flee with Precise Cunning Past,
Coming about
back home
But you,
Prince with a Thousand Enemies.
You did not have hrududil growls
back then, nor the presence
of men (who ****
like rabbits).
Do not fret,
foreword by warren storytellers
tails and tales again
proclaim
a
new
prince (though
reluctant).
Hazel, of
Watership Down
“Vo-Ah-Rai-Rah”
Prince with a Thousand Allies
Together, tread with helping paws
From rogue mice, and family of noble silly
spoken buzzards. On flight and Wing, a wind of Bird Eye View
To Ni-Frith, stench of past hay, cuddles Doe, cuddles Kitten
Burrows lavished in high jeweled hills.
Frosted by Autumn’s
Breath, set
toasty
when cicada
symphonies congregate again.
Less now, today, that we fear Hounds or Feline
What are Elil, ‘gainst buzzard, mice, por’pines, and Lapine?
These days quiet. Hear the tapered showers.
In distance, the puff breathe of cottage smoke.
Prince with a Thousand Enemies
Your legacy became
born in Danger
Now
it lazily sleeps in peace.
---
This poem was inspired by the book Watership Down, a novel about a group of outcast rabbits trying to find a place to make their own warren. The group of rabbits encounter treacherous dangers and circumstances that they must overcome even though much of the dangers are much larger than they. In the novel there is lore that the rabbits pass down, the original rabbit whose name is El-Ahrairah which in Lapine (rabbit language) means "Prince with a thousand enemies". I have taken study of Celtic poetry, particularly in Irish verse, so you will find the simple, yet whimsically delightful imagery that many Irish poems contain.