October Planet

Give us a world
of fire-gold trees and hills of
silver grass, rushing in the wind
of night's hearts.
Give us a world
of tides drawn by moons:
green, purple, and endlessly dark.
All this I ask, for all my nocturnals
and myself, to journey with wings,
claws, a breath curling in mist
in open hands. Once there,
we will make our own breath,
of dust falling through the rays
of a sun eternally lacing through
the most naked of the forest, waking.

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.