Poetry By Merril D. Smith
The Hiccups Of Stars
Sometimes I think of those ravenous stars gulping pieces of the cosmos, eating too much, too fast, voluptuous giants at the end of life hiccupping bursts of light, and burped shells collide collide collide! A massive, silent fireworks display, I imagine because if you’re a star even indigestion is beautiful and when they die, frondescent feathers flash, and flare incandescent laying luminous eggs to hatch new stars, to fledge new worlds.
Merril D. Smith writes from southern New Jersey. Her work has been published widely in poetry journals and anthologies. Her full-length poetry collection, River Ghosts (Nightingale & Sparrow Press) was Black Bough Poetry’s December 2022 Book of the Month. Find her at Bluesky: @merrildsmith.bsky.social; Instagram: mdsmithnj Blog: merrildsmith.org
Thank you for hosting Merril's poetry! I'm an admirer of her work and loved the playful concept and writing of this poem.
A very nice poem, Merril. I love your imagination. Even indigestion is beautiful! What a thought!