The Nocturnal & Other Poetry by Meg Smith

Adorably Horror Series – Meg Smith

The Nocturnal

A comet may fall forever

in its ellipse of fire. 

I will call it, running, 

with no words, 

but a space within darkness. 

Now is a time for healing, 

and a falling light of night

will burn a clear path.


A Red Cloth Across the Table

She spread her green papers,

and tattered cards, the laminate cracked,

the corners creased.

“I don’t need these,” she declares, and 

sweeps them aside. There is only 

the field of crimson, and she spreads it,

smooths it, and sighs.

“Your boy is here.

He cries because his feet are cold.”

Tiles raise, burn, break.

They whisper, they weep, 

pennants of numbers to mark

every surfacing crown. 

All now rush, open to the clouds 

all now open to the winter sun.


The Cistern

Call it close,

the falling of water, 

the wind that suddenly turns. 

In the sustenance of rain,

ghosts can still foment, and rise.

There gives no remedy,

but the capture of darkness.


Poet:

Meg Smith is a writer, journalist, dancer and events producer living in Lowell, Mass. 

Her horror and gothic poetry and fiction have appeared recently in The Horror Zine, Blood Moon Rising, Raven Cage, Dark Dossier, Sirens Call, and many more. 

She served for many years on the board of Lowell Celebrates Kerouac! She produces the Edgar Allan Poe Show, honoring Poe’s presence in Lowell. 

She is the author of five poetry books. Her short fiction collection, The Plague Confessor, is due out in fall 2020.

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