THE DISTANT SUN       [Stefanie Bennett]

 

 

There’s no need to substantiate

The highs and lows

That expediency delivers –:

 

Like a spent postcard –,

 

Revival of The Ancients –,

 

An untitled sonatina

 

Or ...

 

The licensee means-testing

A solitary snapdragon

Thrashing

In the shade’s

Withered

Loop.

 

 

TOUCH       [Stefanie Bennett]

 

You say I’ve burgled

The heart,

Telescoped

The vision,

Conducted, made

Magic,

Of lineage!

 

This is an admission

I’ll not shy from –.

 

There was once

A carpenter

Who ‘stood

Accused’

... Knew what

These

Nails

 

Were for.

 

 

TALLY       [Stefanie Bennett]

 

They stepped lightly about

The indelible divide

- Past the voiceless harp

And into the parlour of days

 

Where a drift of incense

Encircled the hat-rack

And the begonia,

Grim and proper

                        Dropped

Its truce...

 

None came out.

None stayed.

 

 

IMMERSION    [Stefanie Bennett]

 

... A brief encounter with

The nonplussed society

 

Is as die-hard as the text

Of William Burroughs,

 

The bunion of a pre-

Darwinian rostrum

 

And the efflorescent

Mayan taciturn

 

That’s traded

Irritatingly bereft.

 

Instead –, let’s all be

Indebted to

 

The Fates’ unequivocal

Silver tongue

 

... And time’s

Wild honey.