marcus smith

Lonely She

Lonely She

Lonely, she climbs a mountain:
At the top, in mirror blue air,
Her cloud-white breath disappears—
She is nothing and does not care.

The neighboring mountains shrug,
Old men playing solitaire;
On her bare peak a single shrub
Shrivels in the sun’s cold glare.

The view of empyrean expands
Below the same sky everywhere:
She is nothing and nobody—
A spirit freed that does not care.

Marcus Smith

Marcus Smith’s poetry and reviews have appeared in many journals on both sides of the Atlantic, including  Poetry Salzburg Review, Greensboro Review, Acumen, The Lyric and The Classical Outlook.  Recent publications and commendations include a “Poetry on the Lake” prize (Italy),  The Southern Poetry Review’s contest, Atlanta Review’s tenth anniversary anthology, The Thomas Hardy Society and The Ledbury Poetry Festival. He is a contributing editor to Hunger Mountain.

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