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Blood-stained Jupiter
Meg Smith
When
you turn,
in
your white and scarlet
clouds
and secret storms,
a
hundred worldlets gossip,
but
do not love.
When,
at last, a comet's ice
falls
into your fire dream,
it
tears, and devours.
But
you will grasp
something
more -- a true world,
newly-born,
with
silent
eyes, but sure breaths.
They
will call you, "home."
No
longer will you answer,
"I am the star that failed."
Meg Smith is a writer,
journalist, dancer and events producer living in Lowell, Mass.
In addition to previously
appearing in Black Petals, her poetry and fiction have appeared in Dark
Moon Digest, Aphelion, Blood Moon Rising Magazine, Sirens Call, and many
more.
She is author of five
poetry books and a short fiction collection, The Plague Confessor. She
welcomes visits to megsmithwriter.com.
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