Two Poems by Meg Smith

 Two Poems 

by Meg Smith 

Remembrance House

 Beckon, golden woods
 to a fallen stairs
 and nothing more.
 Our wings spread, dark,
 and we never leave,
 but cover the night.

 A Demonology

His ceremony no longer comes easy,
 in the dusk of hair like fencing wire,
 and hooves, scraping the linoleum.
 Time has carved and prodded him into
 a stout, autumnal rind,
 and a tail dulled in its thrashing.
 His wife and daughter laugh, and clap.
 They've never seen him cry -- tears hissing on the grate,
 angry pools around the record needle.
 Never showing their backs,
 they bring a tray of cupcakes, and beer,
 and leave it at the altar.

 Meg Smith is a writer, journalist, dancer and events producer living in Lowell, Mass., USA. Her poems have appeared in   and many more. She is the author of ve poetry books and a short ction collection. She welcomes visits to her website megsmithwriter.com.