Meet Megan Fehr.

Megan Fehr is a graduate of English studies and pursues the art of poetry in her spare time. Writing was not always her marked interest until her love of languages and deliberate practice compelled her to manifest her ideas on printed paper. Megan’s handful of poems construes a serious, oftentimes melancholy, tone; however, her poems are not to be taken literally. The art of forming her experience into written word through rhymes and adjectives allows Megan to share her internal thoughts and emotions that are not shared with anyone else. Exposing herself through poetry has been quite intimidating, but she wants to contribute her passion to anyone that is encouraging. Not only has writing been a safe haven for Megan, but consistently reading historical fiction and fantasy in her adulthood brought back the urge and longing to read that she has not felt since her younger school years. Unfortunately, her higher education at a university forced her to neglect her favorite diversion. Megan Fehr is of Irish and German descent and longs for the travel to Great Britain and Germany, in pursuit of her ancestral culture. From there, she will most likely feel at home and content with her surroundings. When she has the chance, Megan appreciates the solitude of walking in nature and the frivolity of the Renaissance Faire, complete with different costumes on occasion. History and meditation complete Megan’s reality while finishing each poem.

“We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.” – Sirius Black (J.K. Rowling) Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

 

The Poem.

Like molasses oozing,

Snake-like, down the corridor,

A dark, putrid liquid reaches

For the stone, cobwebbed floor.

 

Its stain congeals in an abhorrent manner

Against the bottommost stair

Resembling the concord wine in a decanter

And spirits that are shared

 

Amongst the doe-eyed reception below.

A tiny drop… silence;

Another drop, following a shrill shriek

Throughout the ever-mindless

 

Gathering. Gasps and echoing screams

Collide and clang up the stairwell

Toward a dank, infested room

Where a monstrous silhouette begins to swell.

 

Awake! The mind shouts of the intrepid

Creature, urging its horrific transmutation

Onward, its goal to breathe in the last

Fragments to complete its subjugation.

 

Unbeknownst amid the flurry,

The Creature stalks down

The stairs in search of its prey,

Tantalizing the crowd’s drowned

 

Excitement. For this ceaseless night

Will be its last, considering all

Surrounding the room will perish

And be scaffolded upon the wall.