Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Three Poems by Stefanie Bennett


Look, the marigold (quite rightly),
Seized the doorpost's
Seasonal tenure
No chameleon

Next, the centipede -- as soon as
It learned
To walk
And talk
With salubrious giants

Understood . . . how amid
An enriched
Peat propagation,

The Odyssey.


Devoid of abstraction --
It settles like a hush
On the sagging jetty rail.
Several aged fishermen
Make jokes
To the tune
Of the very first catch . . .

Probably, the morning is silver
With spring rain misting the air;
And the largest of coins
                                                    -- The sun
Extends her sash
About the land.

This moment, like any other,
Must pass.
There is
Sadness.  Wonder.
Hold it there . . .

Aspects = 'Carnac' for Guillevic

Covered in white lichen
The inner circle

The consecrated jaws
Of an Azilian
Megalith tomb;

(Seismic drag-nets,
Erstwhile angel wings,
Priests, Initiates --).

A deft breeze shuttles
Past the Stone Army's
Home of the fallen

At a pinch, you could say,
God's preferred

Rules the breakers, wormwood,
Red fungi
-- And then some.

Stefanie Bennett has published eighteen books of poetry and poems online; Boston Poetry, The New Verse News, Poetry24 and others.  Of mixed ancestry (Italian/Irish/Paugussett-Shawnee) she was born in Townsville, Qld., Australia in 1945.  Stefanie's new poetry title "The Vanishing" is due at year's end.  Publisher:  Walleah Press.

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