The Martian Revels

The sun draws in the new year,
and brings so many reasons to drink.
The air dawns blue, and thin, and the moons,
indifferent in their crooked shadows.
Let us begin, then, among the russet hills,
gathering stones, and praying for everything:
fire, water, a young forest.
Only the romantics will gaze toward that
strange blue-green place, a kingdom
set apart on a shore of seafoam
or brittle dust.

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.