Poetry from Megan Lynn Wilkinson

Intersecting rings of red light

Photo: Igor Shalyminov

I Thee Wed

give me
your name all
the way to Nova
Scotia sell me blue
bead lilies
populate the sacked
city of my mind
with swift wit
and Chadron
tilt your head
show me
bantering arousal
pull and roll time
like saltwater taffy
your granddad’s risk
and romance
packed and ready
to go hoisting
standards and babies
you illuminate
and I will follow
that glowing sea
your dad’s rare
gift of high
-pitched mischief

Megan Lynn Wilkinson is a poet, writing teacher, and cultural enthusiast with a master’s degree in creative writing from The University of Southern Mississippi. In her endeavors to convey experience through language, she considers ideas of humanity, empowerment, and generational progression. Her poems sharpen the bones of womanhood as an ecology of matrilineage and somatic wisdom, a knowing that is instinctual and relational.

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