CANDACE MEREDITH
Poet Feature - June 2021
Candace Meredith earned her Bachelor of Science degree in English Creative Writing from Frostburg State University in the spring of 2008. Her works of poetry, photography and fiction have appeared in literary journals Bittersweet, The Backbone Mountain Review, The Broadkill Review, In God’s Hands/ Writers of Grace, A Flash of Dark, Greensilk Journal, Saltfront, Mojave River Press and Review, Scryptic Magazine, Unlikely Stories Mark V, The Sirens Call, The Great Void, BAM Writes, Foreign Literary, Lion and Lilac Magazine, The Green Shoe Sanctuary Literary Journal and various others. Candace lives in Virginia with her son and her daughter, her newborn baby and fiancé. She earned her Master of Science degree in Marketing and Communications from West Virginia University. Candace is the author of various books titled Contemplation: Imagery, sound and Form in Lyricism (a collection of poetry), Losing You (a novella collection), Winter Solstice (book 1 of a 4 book series): The Crone (book 2), The Lady of Brighton (book 3), Summer Solstice (book 4 in progress) and her recently published first children’s books A-Hoy Frankie Your Riverboat Captain! And Matilda Gets Adopted.

FEATURED POETRY
IN A DAY DREAM
A dream, or a mirage –
A landscape above
The horizon
That is low
She twirls her fingers
Into strands of hair
As she waits
Beneath the morning
Light, then a flash
Of somewhere else -
She turns right
To find him
Finally, walking.
ALWAYS IN MY LIGHT
Do not mourn over
My body, my love
For now I am a dove
That takes flight
Like a crow is to the dark
I am to the light-
The essence of being
An energy that is unyielding -
It was maddening to see you
Lost, in a daze, always
Having been lucid like
My crutch when I leaned
On you, too heavy to topple
You were balanced, poised,
And lean. My rock, my love,
Keep your chin above your
Slender beautiful neck
I am now forever behind
You, where you stand
Ready to put up a fight.
I love you.
THE END OF THE BEGINNING
A pair of eyes peer
Into her like squashed
Peaches on a flat surface
Her face is coy
To the touch
Leaving never so good
And when he tastes
Her fingers he finds
The fruit of their marriage
Was the end of a beginning
That couldn’t be them.