raven
By Rebecca Hooper
it is a time of long walks of wondering of wandering of falling apart of falling awake i walk and walk until my bones are unearthed until my body unfurls from its burial ground a raven swoops above me leans her head to the side inkwell eye examining the comma of my mind i do not mean to pause here and yet – (undoing unravelling i am sinking my eye into her eye her wing her sky feeling the ache the tug the silk-skinned drug of all this vast delicious wild)
Rebecca Hooper
Rebecca Hooper (she/her) is a poet and researcher, with a PhD in animal cognition. Her work is inspired by the threads that connect humans to one another, and to other living things. Her most recent published poem was nominated for The Pushcart Prize, and her most recent short story was a
winner of Exeter City of Literature’s writing competition. She has lived in Sweden, France and Canada, and currently resides in South West England. She can be found on Twitter @RHwriting.
Photo credit: Kevin Mueller
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