Meg Smith – Ponder Away

Forest of Exiles

A bonfire snaps,

and laughter leaps

amid the sparks.

Far from the clearing,

I lean into the dark,

trees in their bark

pressing me.

I could run

but I don’t run.

My belly carries

all the stolen

of night.

I could sing,

but I don’t sing,

I leave the truth

in my tracks.


Hulling

I remove the green —

fine, cutting.

I’m standing amid rows;

summer fruit, heavy;

bees swoon,

as if the air

has intoxicated them.

What do I cut, bleed,

knowing.

What is my deserted sun.

The earth yields,

still, whole.


Caves of Myrrh 


The first, stone, moved,

a fine powder — 

a last, ‘amen,’

a last feast,

of two, sitting

cross-legged,

at the entrance.

What next, 

in the curl of

sweet scent?

One must rise,

one must burn.

My words

will keep my fire,

and so too,

our breath.


Artist:

Meg Smith is a writer, journalist, dancer and events producer living in Lowell, Mass. Her poems have recently appeared in PoLarity, The Cafe Review, The Horror Zine, Raven Cage eZine, and more. Her most recent poetry books, Dear Deepest Ghost and This Scarlet Dancing, are available on Amazon.

Photo Credit: Derek Savoia