Sleep In Rust

Music by Farewell Helen to a variation on an old Cheshire folk rhyme.

The red earth fractures,

Sunlight weaves in dust.

Quick hare spinning,

Tractors sleep in rust.

​Wind folds over,

Shadows eat the pine.

Red fox flashes,

Bleeding out of line.

Wind in the weed,

Hides the leaping hare,

Stars underground,

Breathing in cold air.

​Red in the loam,

Lies the silent fox,

Now time will melt,

On the shattered rocks.

Rust in the wheat,

Iron blades will turn;

The Raven flies,

Shadows start to burn.

​Gold in the grass,

Leaps the silent hare;

The twisted roots,

Caught in open air

​Black feathers fall,

And the raven cries,

Bones in the wood,

Beneath a shattered sky

​Cold iron gears,

From seed to teasel

The hunted hide

From the speedy weasel