Rabbit Heart A3 Art Print

This print combines a poem I wrote many, many years ago with some illustrations from other years, a repeating pattern from this year that was based on an illustration from many years prior and a basic wallpaper pattern that is loosely folkloric and seemed to fit the vibe. I'd promised my Mum - many, many years ago - that I would illustrate it for her and have failed to do so every birthday and Christmas hence, so this was a version that might not be the version but is a version enough for now.

There's a rabbit

There's a rabbit in my heart and he lives there freely

Sometimes in open fields he tumbles, leaps, bounds - he's unbound

Other times there are caves into which he wanders too far; he gets stuck, frightened

trapped by the walls that shift and blend into darkness

rubble threatening to fall; to block; to bury

These are my choices, but they are never my dreams.

He is scared.

It's dark and it's damp and the walls keep closing in slowly

then quickly

so quickly

They never end.

always bending, never quite to

\ \

break.

He keeps running, so fast through the tunnels, up my legs and down my spine -

he loses breath;

I can't breathe.

it's so tight and it's so cold;

I see the walls expanding but I feel them collapsing

I'm sweating

trying to believe in open fields,

boundless plains,

endless possibilities

Sometimes, it works.

The sun cracks the earth and out he climbs to lie quietly in the meadow;

crickets chirping,

a gentle breeze,

swaying grasses

pulling him closer, keeping him safe; a stream forming to give life to the crack in my mind

soothing

nourishing

carrying seeds; watering them in.

Other times,

He can't take it -

I can't take it -

The silence is so loud, so heavy in its emptiness

we fall down

curl up in the darkness

sleep for a while.

Rest.

The sun takes longer to reach us here.

It's a long way down and the earth is strong: packed thick by all the times we've

run

and run

and run

and fallen.

Someday, it might be so strong

we may never come back

But more likely,

more likely;

hopefully

with every crack / /

every new stream that flows through the crevices carrying the potential for new life and healing and rest within a fortress of kindness and under a sky filled with rays from a sun that has found us again and again and again

We can fill all the caves with flowers;

and they'll keep him from wandering in.

High quality art prints crafted with acid-free, 100% cotton premium paper. They boast a wonderfully soft feel that is sure to enhance any living space.