Gardening is a way of scratching through,
Hard surfaces, the crust of present time,
Where curly leaf-sprigs spring and spice drifts through
Blue blossoms as they bloom in even rhyme
And fruited phrases hang upon the air.
Perfumed by clouds of pollen in each row
A gust will blow and punctuate with care
The rounded phrases as they ripen, slow.
Once we have pierced that rhythmic underworld
Persephone presents for our employ,
A bunch of tightly winding tendrils, swirled,
That rise in strict procession, structured joy,
Then dry to brittle, bleached out stalks that sway
Once Ceres comes and blasts it all away.
- A former Wilbur Fellow and six-time nominee for a Pushcart award, in 2007, she has published three books, Measured By Song, Making Music.
As one of two finalists in the 2013 Aldrich Press Poetry Book Award, Cook was awarded publication of the manuscript for The View From Here, her third book
I During Poetry Week 2014, The Poetry Collecftion at SUNYAB, Buffalo, published Cook’s chapbook of her work.
Poems and essays by Sally Cook have appeared in numerous magazines and journals such as Blue Unicorn, Chronicles, First Things, The Formalist Portal, Light Quarterly, Lighten Up Online, National Review, Pennsylvania Review, Trinacria and other venues, both print and electronic.
The poet is also a painter of Magic Realist paintings. She began as an exhibitor in Manhattan’s Tenth Street Co-operative Galleries, moved into geometrics and went on from there. Her work has been exhibited at many leading galleries and museums and represented in national collections.