Feature: Issue No. 14, Autumn 2015

Valentine

He kept all their tongues in jars the way ravens
only sing lullabies for the ones still left dancing.
I was only saved because I did not speak.
I was a good woman of little faith,
gathering honey from the river for his meals.
He taught me to lure them to his lair.
I took them from the fields,
through the twilight and the dawn,
some horizon in their hearts still moving,
how they looked at me with tired eyes
as he brought out the knives,
the kind of glance
birds give to bears before being devoured.
And the whole time I tried so hard
to stay holy.


Meggie Royer is a writer and photographer from the Midwest who is currently majoring in Psychology at Macalester College. Her poems have previously appeared in Words Dance Magazine, The Harpoon Review, Melancholy Hyperbole, and more. She has won national medals for her poetry and a writing portfolio in the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards, and was the Macalester Honorable Mention recipient of the 2015 Academy of American Poets Student Poetry Prize.