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Meg Smith

The August Selected Poet is Meg Smith

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MERMAID DREAMS

What I wanted
was to shimmer.
Light on water,
salt upon blue rocks.
I wanted to halve 
green waves
and move like a drunken sun.
Let the light fall, then,
I never fall.
Let the darkness sing,
and I will return the chorus.
Let all my beginnings circle
here to this edge, 
a plume of Osage orange,
just beyond, and I, in conduit
of sea and light and waking.

THE EMPTY HEARSE

Let the carriage roll
through the streets of rain—
fallen petals and
flame-kites,
the only passengers. 
A cross of roses
bears the name, Annie. 
But there are more names
to be whispered,
amid horse-hooves
on cobblestones,
and tears shaded by
umbrellas.
No name unknown,
no flame unborn. 

SACRAMENT OF SKIN

There's no accounting
for black horns,
or flames.
Dark love
always surfaces,
with false knowing. 
I make no blemish
but I carry
my thorns,
and so bound
are my rose, and I.

THE POLAR NIGHT 

I’ll mark it here;
fold us within
like Scott’s tent—
and we'll touch
hand, to hand,
in blue— 
sleep is coming,
our breath 
will wither.
In the deep fold
of the endless 
sky of ice, 
we will pray
and will not fail.

Meg Smith is a poet, journalist, dancer and events producer, living in Lowell, Massachusetts. Her poetry has previously appeared in The Horror Zine, Dark Gothic Resurrected, The Literary Hatchet, The Cafe Review, Poetry Bay, Raven Cage, Strange Horizons, Bewildering Stories, and more. 

Her most recent poetry books, Night's Island, This Scarlet Dancing and Dear Deepest Ghost, are available on Amazon.

She welcomes visits at:
megsmithwriter.net