Night

Stone Soup Magazine
January 2019

By Mae Gesser

    The stars stood gleaming Like sequins On a black cloth The moon came to rest On the surface Of a pond The grass swayed From side to side Like a rocking...

  drifting falling a small voice calling through the wind through the clouds snowman made on the ground a snowball fight begins a cold ball hits me on the...

  It’s not surprising I look like a monochrome: The only colors are pink laces on my shoes And purple bags beneath my eyes. Like an old-fashioned...

  Silence shine When the silence goes over the mountains And when it goes down into the sea We never know how far it’s going to go In the sea or in the...

  I am a wave I splash on soft shore I feel the yellow sand Fishes gliding in me All windy days I am so big Sometimes So big Called A tsunami On sunny days I...

  Oh, flowers, smelling like nothing else Your colors shining in the sun Sitting on the ground and grass and swishing in the trees Your petals blowing...

  I am a singer and a vet I wonder how people develop personalities I hear flowers singing I see a magic carpet I want my dog to talk I am a singer and a...

  I stand here, still in the open air, paused in a lawn of crisp, crackly leaves. I feel sorry they had to die. I’d feel bad to crunch. I stand still in...

  Bright moonlight fills the rainy forest. Trees’ leaves glisten with rain. The shadow of a wolf slices the white glow. His paws softly touch the damp mud. He...

  Up, out of the Spree! (of the city) he said We should get out of town! (in the meadow) Do you know how breakneck it is? to be alone (on a dusty bridge) when...