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Stefanie Bennett – 1 poem 

FLAME      

 

 

They said, you once lived here.

Here, in this room

Where the light rarely enters.

 

They said, in the brochure,

Your fame was found

Inside that cabinet drawer and

 

Tied up with string

Were your jottings;

The aftermaths and their encores.

 

This room is a musty place;

As white as milk. Sterile.

A monk’s cell.

 

They said, you once lived here…

 

A roll-top desk. A single chair.

And… by the window

The tallow lamp.

 

You would have called that light

To your side, Emily.

As friend and confidant.

 

Once made, the pact remained

Until the last breath

Hushed it out.

 

They said, you once lived here…

 

There is no rage to speak of.

Grief, and phantoms?

Only the tallow knows.

 

Now, the century has turned;

Taking you with it. Have

Things gone according to plan?

 

Outside, the white day welcomes

More guests, and still more

Commentary

 

Simply because you

Once were – and

That is more than enough.

 

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Stefanie Bennett has published a dozen poetry titles, a novel, & a libretto & been nominated for best of the web + the pushcart. ‘The Vanishing’ [poetry, 2015] is published by Walleah Press & available from Walleah & Amazon. Stefanie’s latest title [poetry] “Blanks From The Other World” is due late 2017. Of mixed heritage (Italian/Irish/Paugussett-Shawnee) she was born in Qld., Australia. 

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Poetry

Stefanie Bennett – 1 poem

REVISION

 

 

And – I would have

Such a school

As has not been.

 

I would decorate

Open spaces

With pupils.

 

I would ban

The word

‘Scholar’.

 

I would teach

That some

May not listen.

 

I would have

Such a school

And it be named

 

“Chuang Tzu”.


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Stefanie Bennett has published several poetry books and has poems with Illya’s Honey, The Fib Journal, Eskimo Pie, Dead Snakes, The Mind[less] Muse and others. Of mixed ancestry [Irish/Italian/Paugussett-Shawnee] she was born in Queensland, Australia.

Stefanie’s latest poetry title is ‘The Vanishing’ published by Walleah Press and available from Walleah, Amazon and Fishpond Books.

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Stefanie Bennett – 4 poems

THE SEARCH

The moon drags like an old stylus.
Earth sounds cackle,
A dropped sparkler going out.

Dark guests afford my open door.
Blue stockinged Blake.
Kafka in worn slippers…

How many titles have tumbled down
From the shelves!
How many mirrors are left to sack!

At least I can forget about reflections:
Am no longer
Afraid in looking back.

I put the midnight sun out to cool
By winter’s woodpile:
Call forth Phantasm’s cat…

That’s too tall an order! It sits,
In the peach tree,
Tail flicking –, a silver

Mouse-like poet
Pocketed
Within the teeth; the ghoulish

Consternation… a reminder
How fashion’s
Destined for us.

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THE SOFT DOMESTIC ECONOMY

Via the vending maelstrom
Machine
I get a blighted
Portfolio poultice –,
An art-deco
Electric toothbrush –,
Three cut-out
Culinary
Square meals –,
A jump-to-it
“Confederacy
Of confidence”
Madrigal where
Nothing
Is as it seems – and
The usual
Acidic glare from
My bed-sit
Night nurse who
Has…

Madam Blavatsky’s
Eyes.

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PLUME

I have aged by my crying river where the water-weed
Harbours a sodden almanac.
In this hemisphere the rain
Tendrils red
Upon a parched heart; its shape
Abstruse; a dropped star.

Well recounted is the quest of ‘the other’. Pacing out
Endurance Road, Wolf-Song Woman
Wrote her dust epigraphs
On the boots of fishermen,
The silver-forks of Dame Fortune’s
High-fliers in repose.

From Quebec to Armenia. Bombay. Sydney-town,
She unravelled the dialects…
Strung them lowly
To be mystically
Arpeggioed by diverse
Adepts of the ‘mouth-bow’.

And how rich was the sowing of the Spirit Fruit!
Each yield a hoop
Of plenty. Both
Huntress and gatherer, net offerings
Graced the guilded halls
Of  poeticised pogrom.

How many climbed aboard that bronze saddle
She’ll not say.

What loss flash-flooded the verdant oasis? Self
Destruct? Premonition?

To this day the ‘seven living sins’ continue
Their vigil…

Indigo is the tranquil sleep-walker harnessed
To the crying-river;
Vermilion the sickle moon.
Ash, the oration
In any tone. The fable! Colourless:

Pigment it gone…

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A MYSTIC MOMENT

… Thinking about
The ones
I’ve loved before,
Time passed
Slowly:
Parking
Its polyphonic
Pork-pie
Hat
In a field of
Verboten
Stone.

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Stefanie Bennett has published several poetry books and has poems with Illya’s Honey, The Fib Journal, Eskimo Pie, Dead Snakes, The Mind[less] Muse and others. Of mixed ancestry [Irish/Italian/Paugussett-Shawnee] she was born in Queensland, Australia.

Stefanie’s latest poetry title is ‘The Vanishing’ published by Walleah Press and available from Walleah, Amazon and Fishpond Books.