The Mountain Dwellers for Peggy Knelt close to the ground, we looked up. It was new every night or not there at all. We looked up, and we gave her a name. When the dark drew down, we looked up. She pulled blood from women, desire from men. We looked up. We were shaking and luminous. In death and at birth, we looked up. We blew prayers and ash up to her and her children. We looked up and teased ritual from myth. Each day at the change, we looked up. She set fire to mountains we knew were not burning. We looked up, we looked up, we looked up. Autumn Newman Autumn Newman is a metrical poet living in California. She mentors women learning meter in Annie Finch's online community, The Meter Magic Spiral. Her poems have been published in many journals and her chapbook, This Is My Body A Flower Burst Open, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press.
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