The Nature of Necessity

Poetry of Meg Falconer



The passing of time The gruelling consequences of age and inhibition. Dancing with the wolves on the street strewn with silver pieces. I've waited, yet the answer is often too evasive. Be free and dance, but keep your center of gravity... Continue Reading →


The adventure jar

  Reaching into my pockets I find only feathers There is dust on my mantle and an echo of china every time the earth shakes The little girl still lives in this house, calling out for a better tiara and a... Continue Reading →


The giggle of the girls left the ghosts in the hallway bereft Deprived of mention, they were purposeless   The laughter of the women sent grief on a prolonged sabbatical It's presence, suddenly superfluous. Healing and hope Forming lifelines Did you hear the sound?... Continue Reading →


  There are days filled with light in abundance Mornings of cicada song and fingers of sunshine wrapping around the window panes Tapping at the key holes, beckoning to be let in. There are street noises and rumblings, yes I... Continue Reading →

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