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The Cyclops Child
Meg Smith
Precious,
you were
made,
from
sweet oils,
night's
suffering,
and
the impatience
of dawn.
In
teeth unformed,
and
your own one
true
bright
sun, with
or without sight,
I
do uphold you,
in these hours,
rushing,
eye
unclosed, a portal of a true
heart.
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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