How to Love the Moon
a sonnet
2023 Dancing Poetry Grand Prize poem
by Laura Plummer, Gloucester, MA
They never taught us how to love the moon,
We rarely gaze above to find her face.
She hovers like a child’s lost balloon,
Forever waxing, waning, full of grace
She’s just another country to be named,
A place to plant our flag and claim our prize,
A wild woman needing to be tamed,
Another foreign land to colonize.
So boil some herbs and sip a witchy brew.
Go cleanse yourself in her magnetic pull.
Let’s manifest our dreams when she is new,
And offer up our thanks when she is full
When balance is restored, I reckon soon,
We’ll teach our daughters how to love the moon.
