Like a full moon, his topaz eyes set deep,
The gentle face of my pale cat hangs low
Near mine. I cannot see him as I sleep,
But start to stir as, coming up from slow
Dreaming, I sense his gentle presence there.
Reaching to touch the beige and silken fur,
I see reflected in his eyes, a stare
Full of affection. Soon a steady purr
Comes rumbling, deep, to show me his concern,
And then relief that I am now awake.
What did he think, I’d taken a bad turn?
No matter – he was watching, for my sake;
A beast whose feelings, sensibilities
Are finer than the average, it would seem.
All night he watches. Who knows what he sees—
Or if we walk together, in my dream?
- 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.