My Daughter, in Her Silver Sky

A moon cloaks itself in its own shadow,
and wisps of ice clouds cast a cool light.
This is where I send you, just as
I formed you, from breath, and night,
and hope. There, you will rise, and set,
and speak, even after I am scattered
my own earth-bound soot.
Even then, I will exhale
your sacred names.

Meg Smith is a poet, writer, journalist, dancer and events producer living in Lowell, Mass. Her poems have appeared in The Cafe Review, Pudding, Poetry Bay,The Horror Zine, Silver Blade, Raven Cage, The Blue Hour Anthology, and many more.

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.

Meg's short fiction collection The Plague Confessor is available at megsmithwriter.com

Find more by Meg Smith in the Author Index.

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