Sunday, September 20, 2015

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
The Beloved.
THE SHIFT       
Except for denatured epistles
And the occasional
Purple rain
Of irises
Circling Ursa Minor,
Unknown pure sound
The lake’s edge
Just as
A lone harmonica
In the chest
Of a sycamore...
Thus, ‘On the eighth day   *
Of creation’                     
An idiosyncratic ether
Sought the anvil,
The axe,
Fire-wheel – and
Cut and run!
No-one. I repeat,
            On Earth’s
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.

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