OWN IT: for ‘STANDING ROCK’     

 

They talk of corn – Caribbean blue:

Tri-gold... matt-white.

Geordie, Tipperary Tigress astride

Her sun-kissed vale.

Vittoria, immigrant; mother

To five at eighteen light years – and

Melissa (stately in deer-hide)

Polishing a Nations dire salute.

 

“You are the husk of our Dawn Star,”

They intone. “You are

What’s left of the coup.”

 

                 I am The Straw Woman

                Cross-stitching

                My own eyelids

                                     Where

                The bone-walk’s one

                Half octagon

                Away.

 

 

 

DISCOURSE, PASCAL STYLE     

 

Just because the postman

Careers by

Empty handed –,

And the Linden Tree

Bears no fruit –.

And friends travel

On a mistaken

Devil-may-care tide

Doesn’t mean

That the inconspicuous one

‘In Waiting’

Won’t attend

The Chekov Soiree’s

Defining principle

 

... Of

       The first singer,

 

... Of

       The last song.

 

 

 

RHYTHM   

 

Consoling the driftwood:

           Look

           Now –;

        The tears

        Of the Sun.

 

 

 

JEUNESSE DOREE 1969    

 

Today, or sometime in the near future,

You will be gone. Winter is already

Drawing her cauldron in.

 

You lie beneath the bed cover

Of fur – of love – assailed

By your dream spirit.

 

I know, you’ll rise and... but it is

Enough that we have shared

Those tidy sins and word pronouncements.

 

On days colder than this I will have

Your resources to draw upon.

Also, you will take what you need of mine.

 

The jewel of caring, my receptive one,

Cannot be fixed – not at any price.

And, if at a moment’s notice I should

 

See you displayed in some other window

I will not be sad or displaced.

Once – you entered my chamber. Because

                                            Of that it is

                                        Brighter.

 

 

 

THE HIKE    

 

There are many red suns that bear

Blue daughters who seek

Festive souls

Of nights

Grown

Old...

 

 

 

HELLO   

 

It’s

How

The book

Gets opened

To let the light in

Midst the daring din of Angels...

 

© Stefanie Bennett

 

Bio:  Stefanie Bennett, ex-blues singer & musician has published several books

of poetry, a novel, & a libretto – & been nominated for a Pushcart & Best of

the Web 2016. Of mixed ancestry [Irish/Italian/Paugussett-Shawnee] she was

born in Qld., Australia. Stefanie’s latest poetry collection, ‘Blanks From The

Other World’, is due late this year.