Leaves of Fire and A Dance of Swords – Poems by Meg Smith

The Heroines Among Us

Some heroines are gone too soon and leave behind trails of love behind them. Come with Meg Smith as she honors the memories of the heroines in her life with these special poems written from her heart.


Leaves of Fire

In memory of Jeannine Schiavoni

It’s always going to rain like this —
a song like snow, scattering
from our fingers.
I have given you all
my secret storms.
I am still forging them, brushing them
like copper-dust; anything you
declared good, whole, holy.
When I open this October,
flames will follow.
I will spread them like a skirt,
and cast them back, to you
— fragments
of a second sun, flashes of
a moon, scarlet,
mourning, but in fire’s flight.


A Dance of Swords

In memory of Joanie Laurer

No one can melt your true metal —
crimson and gold, in the spark of tears.
I know that sleep you told —
in a dark room,
laughter from a strange hall.
We staggered through halls, in blood,
but found our blades.
There are steps and turns no one can take
until they have run hands along the wall,
streaks of roses, cut.
I saw that dance in you, and gave you my mirror.
We can turn within this veil and face ourselves.
I will catch you, in your open arms,
your fingers like remembered stars.


Artist Statement:

Leaves of Fire is in memory of my friend, Jeannine Schiavoni, who was a singer, musician and community organizer. 
Dance of Swords is in memory of my friend, Joanie Laurer, who was best known as the actress and wrestler, Chyna, and who I met when we were both studying Middle Eastern dance. 


Poet:

Meg Smith is a writer, journalist, Oriental dancer, and events producer, living in Lowell, Mass., U.S.A. Her publication credits include The Cafe Review, The Horror Zine, The Starlite Virtual Poetorium, and Atlantic Currents: Connecting Cork and Lowell.

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


She welcomes visits to: megsmithwriter.com

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Twitter — https://twitter.com/MegSmith_Writer

The Green Stone & Other Poems by Meg Smith

It’s the Little Things

Serene poetry to fill your heart and mind by Meg Smith! A good read of treasuring little things!


The Green Stone

This, she gave to me
and said, “It’s a gift,This is for our survival.”
We’re meeting in a coffee shop,
her words the song of my ancestors.
We have both emerged from our tombs.
This stone, this close moon, opens a place
where we both breathe.


The Comet Pilgrimage

Your sleep is a fine place of ice, dust and light —
just as we declared before your sacrament.
Now, this walk is just for me —
on the same street, but a new night —
and the mark of the constellation
falls in the bright trail of an agent,
less than forever.


Fairy Pendant

Counting out flowers,
memory keeps its passage.
A chain, a novel, a voice
cries of fever, at night.
This and more, we keep,
as servants of time’s thief.
This, and more, we keep.


Poet:

(Photo credit to Derek Savoia)

Meg Smith is a writer, journalist, Oriental dancer, and events producer, living in Lowell, Mass., U.S.A. Her publication credits include The Cafe Review, The Horror Zine, The Starlite Virtual Poetorium, and Atlantic Currents: Connecting Cork and Lowell.

Follow:

Her most recent poetry books, Pretty Green Thorns,Night’s Island,This Scarlet Dancing and Dear Deepest Ghost are available on Amazon. megsmithwriter.com


She welcomes visits to megsmithwriter.com,

Facebook — https://www.facebook.com/megsmithwriter/

Twitter — https://twitter.com/MegSmith_Writer