April is National Poetry Month
Poetry is everywhere, and not just in April. Let’s celebrate poetry!

I’m always happy when April comes around, not only because it’s in my favorite season, spring, but because it’s National Poetry Month in the U.S. Poetry often gets short shrift compared to other genres of literature, but the truth is poetry is absolutely essential to humans. That’s why we keep creating it.
I wrote the following poem over 20 years ago, shortly after I found out that chemotherapy treatment for breast cancer rendered me infertile. The poem was born out of deep emotional pain.
Some of you might be familiar with this poem. It was published in the 2023 Body issue of Wildfire Magazine, and I have since posted it on social media.
Infertile Crescent
The moon’s always full,
but I’m a gaping crater,
mother of all craters,
where crates of eggs used to be.
Grief grates on me.
I won’t feel an unborn child’s kick.
Instead I’ve been kicked in the face.
And my chemo-atrophied ovaries
are wearing the boots.
But I bear this ever-present yoke,
while pregnant women enjoy the lap of luxury,
of morning sickness and weight gain,
knowing their laps will soon runneth over
with bouncing life.
I have mourning sickness.
See, I’m a young woman
moonlighting as a post-menopausal freak
trapped between the wheat and the chaff,
harvesting my grief through my craft
and nursing my grievances.
I have enough nutrients to live forever.
I cry as moonlight
shines on broken shutters,
wind-rattled,
lost windows of opportunity.
More Poems
I’ve also been exposed to a plethora of poignant, exquisite poetry.
Julie Wise enjoys sharing Nikita Gill’s poetry.
Jeannie Ewing writes gorgeous ekphrastic poems. Ekphrastic poems are inspired by visual art, such as a sculpture, painting, or photograph. Two brilliant Jeannie Ewing poems are Ekphrastic #1: Of humble origins (found here) and Ekphrastic #6: Weathered (found here).
Pamela Leavey’s Substack contains her beautiful photographs, as well as some poems. See one of her glorious poems A Hawk Flew into My Nest Today here.
Stephanie Raffelock is also a gifted poet, who shares her breathtaking poetry on her Substack. One such poem can be found here.
To round things out, my longtime friend Gerard Wozek is an incredible poet who has published a book titled Dervish, containing wonderful poems. He has a great travel Substack that is so worth reading; to access one of his posts, click here.
I’ve just skimmed the surface of all the amazing poetry in the world. If you would like to share your or someone else’s poem or a link that leads to a poem, please indicate this in the Comments section.
Oh Beth, reading your poem brought tears to my eyes. It's a grief that often feels so isolating, this loss of a future family, compounded by the already heavy burden of cancer. Your words, "moonlighting as a post-menopausal freak," are heartbreakingly honest and capture that feeling of being out of sync with your peers. Thank you for your vulnerability in sharing this. It helps to know I'm not alone in carrying this deep ache inside me x
Beth, I'm honored to be included in your list of poets.
Your poetry! Wow. Just as your paintings and your sketches reflect the images of soul, poetry is the language of the soul.
This is so poignant: "I cry as moonlight/ shines on broken shutters,/wind-rattled,/lost windows of opportunity." Not only does this speak of your personal myth; but it speaks to a larger human story of lost opportunity. Your poem is relatable, exquisitely beautiful and painful, all at the same time.
I am honored and humbled to meet the philosopher/poet alive in you. Big hugs, ~stephanie