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. 

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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. 

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. 


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.