A Blush of Night
written by: Meg Smith
@MegSmith_Writer
Come to me,
naked in the hunger of moon
with its shattered eye;
all bleeding gray,
We will fill with no blush
this wood, in its
deep and empty blood.
We can laugh here.
We can sleep forever,
before we melt, unthread,
dissolve in the light of
this crimson mist.
Meg Smith is a writer, journalist, dancer and events producer, living in Lowell, Mass. Her poetry has appeared in The Cafe Review, Beliveau Review, Raven Cage, Poetry Bay, and many more. From 1995 to 2019, she served on the board of Lowell Celebrates Kerouac!, a festival honoring Lowell-born author, Jack Kerouac. She is the author of five poetry books. Her first short fiction collection, The Plague Confessor, is due out in fall 2020 from Emu Books.
Latest posts by Meg Smith (see all)
- A Blush of Night - November 9, 2022
- My Last Sighting of Merlina - October 14, 2021
- The Spring Circle - July 8, 2021
