The Hare's Eye By Barry Fentiman Hall

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​THE HARE'S EYE

Let your feet
Take you
Where you want to go
Feel the presence
Of metal
In your bones
Pulling to the North
Surf the night
As tides
Rise and fall before you
Caught between
The hare's eye
And the moon's flesh
Silver and gold 
Calm against the swell
Within your breast
That some call soul
The part that lives
They say
When the journey ends
Turn again and remember
One day we will all
Be ivory
To be discovered
By other feet
That think they are lost

Barry Fentiman Hall (BFH) is a writer based in the Medway region of Kent. He is primarily a poet of place. He has been published in several journals such as Anti-Heroin Chic, I Am Not A Silent Poet, and Crack The Spine. His debut solo collection The Unbearable Sheerness Of Being was published by Wordsmithery in 2015. His latest book England, My Dandelion Heart has just been launched (Wordsmithery 2018) . He is also the host of Roundabout Nights, Chatham’s oldest regular live lit night and the editor of Confluence Magazine. He has a thing for hares.

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