A Poem

Updated: Feb 7

In our meetup writing groups we mostly deal with prose - fiction, non-fiction - stories ranging from memoir to fantasy or sci-fi. But every so often a member is inspired to set down a poem, and when these ethereal thoughts float into our consciousness they're literally breaths of fresh air. Meg Mooney gave us another such gift this week:


I thought I heard the distant sound of songbirds on the evening wind

just as dusk threw down

her velvet gown

over the tired nervous city

where heaviness gathered

sucking the lifeforce out of some,