The Last Sighting of Merlina
written by: Meg Smith
@MegSmith_Writer
Tower of London, March 2015
I could follow a trail of black feathers
upon hearing news of your vanishing.
The sun is slanting, over the green grass,
and the monument to the beheaded.
You can’t even prove your true hunger,
and this I know.
Nothing like flight, but plenty of food.
Some wicked bridge is calling,
and this is what makes your choice.
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
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