by Meaghan Andrews
The sweet musk of honeysuckle
clings to the back carport
leading to tall trees extending
outward for miles. Leaves
speckled by sunlight tremble
in the wind. Drums play
low and soft, swaying from
blank patches of grass outwards
to half grown and grizzled tree trunks.
At night the spirits dance;
blue lights around a fire
Meaghan Andrews is a college student at Middle Georgia State University and will be graduating with her bachelors in English Literature with a minor in Creative Writing. From there she will move on to getting her masters in Creative Writing. She has been previously published in the literary magazine, The Fall Line Review.
Belle Rêve Literary Journal is a southern literary experience. Our mission is to capture everything that makes the South and its residents unique through the best contemporary literature we can find. We publish new works weekly.
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