FOLLOWING THE BALLAD ‘GORBANEVSKAYA’
Imprisonment is never sweet, Natalya...
In or out of the garbage pail.
And –, clutter’s affluence finds its keeper
Chisel blue; solid as an amputee’s outlook;
Wholesome –: the ensnarement drawn
On the first official day of spring.
Shalom –: you’ve run that race of numbers
Fleeced from the capitulated crypt.
Now, the agent promises a secured apartment;
Hoar-frost at your beck and call
To illustrate those wolverine stuttered lines
Placed upon the page; digital –
A mummy’s tomb. Grappling in the dour details
As must be your custom,
Leaving party schisms in rags – you’ve re-altered
The thaw. Ah!
Peeking through sanity’s lattice, comes
The chuckling, “... Balance yourselves.”
We try! Tenacity is not our forum. You pay
For this. You pay...
No –, we don’t play
Instead we watch
The caustic air, and
Things happen, even
“Who am I...”
Stefanie Bennett has published several volumes of poetry and had poems appear with
Mad Swirl, The Camel Saloon, Illya’s Honey, Jelly Fish Whispers, Shot Glass Journal,
Boston Poetry Magazine and others. She has acted as a publishing editor and worked
with Arts Action for Peace. Of mixed ancestry [Italian/Irish/Paugussett-
was born in North Queensland, Australia, in 1945.