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2 Poems

By Meg Smith
Fall 2021 | Poetry

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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