Laika Poems - Poems about Laika

We stood at the edge of the back yard, next to the garage— where I’d pretended to be an astronaut in a cardboard spaceship— on a chill November night, watching Sputnik II arc across the sky. I didn’t know why he was rarely home— or why it wasn’t always like this when he was: quiet, steady, present. All I knew was the stars were out, and he was beside me— and Laika was...

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They called it a seat, but it was a cradle of fire— metal-wrapped, bolted shut, no window, just the hum of wires and the memory of old Moscow snow still clinging to your pads. They fed you well and fastened you in with practiced hands that trembled only later. You blinked once— trusting, calm— a good girl ascending where no stray should go. The capsule ticked like a settling house— soft clicks...

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She appeared beside me before I could climb on the shiny palomino— barefoot, bright-eyed, with a plan already forming behind her charming grin, so naturally I let her canter first and then I’d take the reins. She rode it with unstudied grace and I was mesmerized. We talked of stars and silver ships, of other worlds and Laika— the brave little dog who never came home— but must...

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I remember Laika The warm sun and wind keep winter at bay but it is time to say goodbye to Laika, the dog the new face of the moon. The farewell can’t be delayed a boy has run to the outer field sits on a stone tries not to cry the struggle to accept the unavoidable. Dark cloud from the...

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Into the solar system Outreaching myself Intense grief, mourning Into cake and wedding dress Galvanized poorly, the rust About to topple into ochre Coated stardust glittering As we discover the truth Not enough good, oh but for better For worse, for years, for a fool Like me and her, a mirror image A replacement, a damnation Creeping over stocking tops There is not enough bleach in the world To...

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