Rebecca Ferrier
![An owl (Google say's it's a barn owl) sitting on a leather gauntlet.](https://thefridaypoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/08/Owl-pic-2-for-Rebecca-Ferrier-320x225.jpg)
The Lies of Owls
Rebecca Ferrier explores truth, doubt, and lies in poetry, and looks at how poems can act as windows into our past selves
![The Dowry of Hera](https://thefridaypoem.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/03/The-Dowry-of-Hera-320x225.jpg)
The Dowry of Hera
by Rebecca Ferrier — I am training myself in happiness through lemons: / think well, dart citrus to tongue, take joy’s embalmment as sweet lemonade. / Between an avenue of knuckle is a pip I squeeze from joint / and plant to yellow the outside.