Father Cell, Daughter Cell by Meg Smith

I hold you both in the shadow of a bright crescent,
though you have passed
through fire and dust. 
Once we were three hearts,
the night gathered us, 
and our fingers touched.
One taken from me in blood
and a haze of sleep;
and now, everything from words, from breath,
from our forgotten clay. I empty my arms.
A thread binds the circle, close.
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About the Poet:

Meg Smith is a writer, journalist, dancer, and events producer, living in Lowell, Mass. She served from 1995 to 2009 on the board of Lowell Celebrates Kerouac!, a festival honoring Lowell-born author Jack Kerouac. 
Her poetry and fiction have appeared in The Cafe Review,Poetry BayBewildering Stories,  Raven Cage,  and many more. She is the author of five poetry books. Her short fiction collection, The Plague Confessor, is due out in fall 2020 from Emu Books. 
She welcomes visits to http://megsmithwriter.com/

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  1. Jack Kerouac is part of my “spiritual light team”, and a source of inspiration. When I was reading your poem, I could “hear” the echoes of his influence. And then I notice the synchronicity in the “about the poet” section. Beautiful prose. Thank you Meg. Ari

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