Stefanie Bennett- Two Poems

WE ARE ALL PILGRIMS for Jerry Alfred’s First

Nations’ Medicine Beat       

 

... The hierophant swallow

And the harpoon’s squall

Make small

Their dereliction

 

Since it’s not

The chorography

Of a heart’s defeat

That’s disallowed

 

Just – the invisible wall

Of fire

In the foreground’s

Strata, and

 

Love’s eyes, lens

Slivered,

By

The Beloved.

 

 

 

THE SHIFT       

 

Except for denatured epistles

And the occasional

Purple rain

Of irises

Circling Ursa Minor,

Unknown pure sound

Eclipses

The lake’s edge

Just as

A lone harmonica

Resonates

In the chest

Of a sycamore...

 

Thus, ‘On the eighth day   *

Of creation’                     

An idiosyncratic ether

Sought the anvil,

The axe,

Fire-wheel – and

Tomorrow’s

Dot-and-dash

Proviso.

 

Cut and run!

No-one. I repeat,

No-one

            On Earth’s

Been

Born yet.

 

 

[* Ivan V. Lalic]

 

 

 

Stefanie Bennett has published several volumes of poetry, a libretto and a novel

and had poems appear with Mad Swirl, Dead Snakes, Shot Glass Journal and

others. Of mixed ancestry [Irish/Italian/Paugussett-Shawnee] she was born in

Queensland, Australia in 1945. Stefanie’s latest poetry title [2015] is published

by Walleah Press and listed with Fishpond and Amazon.