Read MoreHare you are leaping
to the moon
from the golden underground gate,
mummiform woman, Wenut,
tired for a moment of guarding,
watching for the dead to enter here.
Read MoreOur urban woolf
is remembering
a time when her cousins
ran in packs
through deep forest
before all the trees
were chopped to make
flat packed furniture
or ships to defeat an armada.
Read MoreYou wear many crowns,
this one is bone gold.
Read MoreStrung together, red pearls
rolled around the cheek with thought,
care and attention.
Read MoreJump for joy
and chase the jabberwock
deep into the dark
of the forest
Read MoreThe one-eyed man
told the log lady
to go into the heart
of the forest
where the magician
would be waiting.