The Lunar Novena

Wherever your bones may crumble, quarrel
on their descent into atoms, I will
gather you. I will keep my tears shaded
in the silver of this night. What would weeping
give you, but a selfishness of breath?
I seek the bright wave of light in the blue
of black darkness, the halo of frost,
the unguessed, second moon.
Here is where I uplift you.
Nine days and nights.
All will close you in the strength
of these unquiet beings.

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 short fiction collection The Plague Confessor is available at her online store! megsmithwriter.com

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

Find more by Meg Smith in the Author Index.