This
month's Moon Prize,
the 112th, goes to
Joan Leotta's poem "Feather to Stone." It speaks to my own inner
feather.
Feather to Stone
by Joan Leotta
You see me as a feather,
as I ride the breeze
down to you, gently
swaying.
You say you
do not even feel me
when I land on your heart,
softly.
Your hardness
deflects my tiny
self.
When breeze calls again,
I float away, weeping for
you.
You cannot move.
Your stone self is
stuck
in equally hard earth,
incapable
of understanding that my
very softness,
my lightness, is my
strength.
You are forgiven.
* * * * *
"Feather to Stone" was first published in Peacock
Poetry in
2019, and is now also
published in Joan Leotta's chapbook,
Feathers on Stone,
out from Main Street Rag in 2022.
https://mainstreetragbookstore.com/product/feathers-on-stone-joan-leotta/
Joan Leotta plays with words on page and stage. She performs tales
featuring food, family, and strong women. Internationally published, she’s a
2021 and 2022 Pushcart nominee, a Best of the Net 2022 nominee, and a 2022
runner-up in the Robert Frost Competition. Her essays,
poems, and fiction are in Ekphrastic Review, When Women Write, The Lake,
Verse Visual, Verse Virtual, anti-heroin chic, Gargoyle, Silver Birch, The
Wild, Ovunquesiamo, MacQueen’s Quinterly, and Yellow
Mama, among
others. Her chapbooks are Languid Lusciousness
with Lemon from
Finishing Line Press and Feathers
on Stone from Main Street Rag.
Tuesday, 7 March 2023
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Love this! I can see the Holy Spirit feeling just this way.
ReplyDeleteThat's a lovely interpretation!
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