September 2019
Note: I am a longtime editor, slowly publishing poet, and author of six picture books, including From Apple Trees to Cider, Please! and The Boy Who Said Nonsense (Albert Whitman & Company). Last year I moved away from the masthead of an academic quarterly to work with people who want to share their stories, ideas, and poems in print. It’s been a joy—and quite an adventure.
To the Moon
Celestial fake,
pretender, fraud,
imposter, phony,
Hypocrite.
You dress in white
but like a snake
in shadows slip--
God knows what makes
you disappear
you buxom rake.
Not art, but skill?
Medieval me,
the dreamy dope
who bows before
your milky lake
lapping up lies.
What will it take
to break this silvery
spell and slake
my shining thirst?
Your radiance,
my crescent sense…
Such magnetism is
my pale mistake.
What brilliant masks--
For heaven’s sake!
I cry, but bask
and lie awake.
© 2019 Felicia Sanzari Chernesky
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