2 Poems
The Good Gleam of the Satellite
When it rose over the horizon as light
turned blue to purple to black,
it became my one true diamond.
Here was something for my wanderings,
something to cast upon my dreams
and mythologies—Pegasus, my
flashing white heart, a sun
with no heat,
a kite tethered to the curve of Earth.
Nothing can leave me now.
I will catch it in due course, lonesome
traveler, wandering bard.
October Beatitude
What could I give,
when the earth opens,
and sunlight divides
between stars, and night,
all gold in the deep fire
Meg Smith is a writer, journalist, dancer and events producer living in Lowell, Mass. Her poetry and fiction have appeared in Strange Horizons, Raven Cage, Blood Moon Rising Magazine, Dark Moon Digest, Utopia Science Fiction, Rune Bear, and many more. She is author of five poetry books and a short fiction collection, The Plague Confessor. She welcomes visits to megsmithwriter.com.
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