Judy McAmis,  is a poet, yoga instructor, and nomad. She is a native New Englander who loves music, nature, travel, and her animals. She has lived in many places across America and has settled (for now) in Haverhill, Massachusetts. She is a recent graduate of the Stonecoast M.F.A. program at the University of Southern Maine with a concentration in Poetry. She has recently published poems in Deraciné (Issue IX), ParABnormal Magazine (Sept 2022), and The Banshee: Women Who Scream (Vol.2). Look for more poems forthcoming in The Eneduanna Journal.

There is Reverence in Silence

The air smells of freshly cut diamondof snow on the horizon, of shaded stars.This night, lanternless, devoid of focusdelivers a vision across the lakemirrored by the moon, visible in the crescentshape of her outstretched palm.
A great horned owl issues a solitary sound.Féth fíada clouds her third eye like a cataract.No sounds from under the slieves,there is reverence in silence.
Moss raises an unsteady eyebrowwhile nightshade grows in the recesses of her footprint.Caterpillars asleep overhead will soon finishchrysalis. Metamorphosis anxiously grips the forest floorwhile rabbits thump out a warning:
Cailleach is retreating.
Her profile casts an illuminated shadow,and ferns unfurl in her presence; she carriesthe lightness of rest, the long sleepblanketed in her train of crystalline gauzea reminder to embrace intimate renewal. 

Glow of the Wolf Moon 

We headed for the beach to watch the moon rise,your hair made wild by the winds of an incoming tide shone brightly under the glow of the Wolf Moon.
A moon to be danced underlike we used to in the garden,moon dances with Moonbeam, your moniker for me. Moon, the first word I ever said.
I have always gravitated toward shiny baubles and glowing orbs.You bought me my first moonstone.A pendant, iridescent and ornate. 
Beautiful, until it burst a thousand specks of bluecovering the sand where we stoodlike sea sparkle, like bioluminescent jellyfish. 
But you, you burn like the sun, a glow red, internal and eternal swift and furious like the rising tide swirling around our ankles and feet. 
We walk further into the sea the lunar pull strong. We are not in sync. With hardened heart you froze against the icy tide.
I swam alone, let the current take me to the moon, Mother. Neither our history nor the sea will bury me. 

Judy McAmis

There is Reverence in Silence

Glow of the Wolf Moon

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