The April Featured Poet is Meg Smith

Please feel free to email Meg at: megsmithwriter675@gmail.com

GHOST THROUGH A GREEN WALL

The light recedes
and whispers
fade in the hall.
I know
where I am.
I hold a book open
in front of me
and I summon
words in the darkness.
It’s simple.
Move through the shades
and begin with me,
and I will believe in you.
It’s simple.
Your stories will drift
like smoke,
and you will believe in me.
From this, the living.
We will both understand.

THE RAVEN TREE

Snow gathered
in the blue spruce;
they came, and rested,
black feathers falling,
summons to
a widow’s dance.
Yes, we get that,
in this solstice.
We get the shadows
of imperfect wings.
Great, dark souls,
you are our ornaments.
Great, grace of shadows,
you are our truths.

SKELETON SONG

The wedding party
stopped, and prayed—
great stone columns,
saints in golden bones.
Here, we met,
on a bench outside.
Here you live,
and I will stay.
These are our vows,
of earth uncorrupted.

THE BLUE WEB

This thread, reaches to
a cold night on the ocean.
It never unravels.
We are the summoning
of snakes,
of songs,
of sleep.
We lie caught,
our wings in the strands,
a promise in bright waves.

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, This Scarlet Dancing and Dear Deepest Ghost, are available on Amazon. She welcomes visits at:
megsmithwriter.net.