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The Lights of the Armory
Meg
Smith
No flood will dim them,
no night will surround them.
Night waxes everywhere here.
A bridge forms between these
towers
and the street of beginnings:
the house where dreams grew
from
a doll in flames, the wanting
of green walls,
the tears of night's rage.
Still, I found my witch. Still,
she lives in
that place, with me. We are
not bound by walls,
or hours. I stand here now in
the self-made moon, now a pool of dance, more than spells of soft words.
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 The Cafe Review, The Lowell Review, Dark Moon Digest, Aphelion, Blood Moon Rising Magazine,
Sirens Call, and many more. She is author of
six poetry books and a short fiction collection, The Plague Confessor. She is creator of the Poe in Lowell
festival, honoring Edgar Allan Poe's three visits to Lowell, Mass. She welcomes visits to megsmithwriter.com.
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