Stefanie Bennett- Three Poems

 

THE WONDER     

 

If it’s cost effective

Call a cab;

Your mother

                  If she’s willing;

The Devil’s broomstick

                  Double-parked.

 

Street sweepers,

Zoo keepers,

Septuagenarians

                          And

Trigger-happy humanists.

 

In this rag and bone autumnal

Suburb

          - Deliverance

Is up for grabs.

Please, no

Scuttle-butting –:

 

Consigned, the Avatar

May not

Last long...

 

 

 

THE SEARCH    

 

Try to turn that thought

Around –,

 

The art

Of waiting for

 

The Rain-Tree

To flower –,

 

The front porch

Rocker to

 

Move of its own

Accord

 

And you –, God

Willing,

 

Still in it –.

 

 

 

SCARS    

 

They broke the rhyme

When they made him.

Slit rhetoric length-ways.

 

He could have been

A jetsam mine buoying

                        Both sea

                        And shore,

Or a bee-keeping landlubber.

 

He could have taken killing

More seriously, praised

Basho, thumbed up

                        A purple heart.

 

He could have painted deft

Sunsets leading off

To a promised Calvinism...

 

Succinctly, he almost did!

Hybridised as

Mouse and man:

 

Migrated –, a giant

Among

The filaments.

 

 

 

Stefanie Bennett has published several volumes of poetry and had poems appear with

Mad Swirl, The Camel Saloon, Illya’s Honey, Record-Magazine, Shot Glass Journal and

others. She has acted as a publishing editor and worked with Arts Action For Peace. Of

mixed ancestry [Italian/Irish/Paugussett-Shawnee] she was born in North Queensland,

Australia, in 1945.