by Judy Crow-Phelps
hare-woman
I cut quick through the
swaying grass torpedo in
yellow waves, the wet earth
I could taste
as my front legs pushed it
brown & soft, doe-eyed to
chase the first sun, it lit my
field gold
& I felt warm in the wind
guarded this lithe body—
hare-woman at cusps as
familiar, as rider, of the
turning earth lights
lights
the shrouded moor beckons me
dark landscape,
calling, calling
an echo through a gateway—
a portal & I must tread lightly
one foot my earthly anchor the
other crossing thresholds, I journey
halfway in-halfway out
the feral serpent & the rooted tree,
shapeshifter in the mist
I am guided by those before me,
antecedent eyes like lights
& my forked tongue
inhales their dreams
Lexi Knott is a poet, silversmith & witch living in the Scottish Borders. She draws inspiration both from the ghosts of these rolling hills & the forgotten places they haunt. She has poetry forthcoming in Black Bough Poetry’s ‘Deep Time Vol 2’. Follow along on Instagram & Twitter: @naiadpoet.
Judy Crow-Phelps was born in Cincinnati, OH and currently resides in St. Louis, MO. As a latecomer to the pursuit of art, Judy has always felt an affinity for, and found peace in practicing her craft in various forms, whether it be acrylics, oil, or watercolors. Landscapes, trees, the ocean, and lighthouses are favorite subject matters. Vincent Van Gogh remains her favorite artist as well as Bob Ross. Why Bob Ross, you may ask? Well, because he is always so darn happy while painting and we all need to find that little bit of happiness in our lives.