October Planet
by Meg Smith
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.
© 2024 Meg Smith
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.
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