Psaltery & Lyre


Susan Elizabeth Howe

The Hag of Beara

She sits on her haunches, arms resting / on her knees, a shawl about her / made of whatever you see—cloud, / sheepskin, rough-spun wool, draped / seaweed.

Crooked-Finger Woman

I wait for you under a weeping birch. /
I will climb through forked branches /
to seek the message you’ve come for.

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