... In my cupped hands
A vestige of gum leaves:
Home to the troubadour cicada
Who droned
Through page-dark
December’s atlas – where
Summer was no more, shorn
By the cold kiln
Of primal decline
And once-upon-a-time’s
Circumspect, yet
Human, opulence...
Stefanie Bennett, ex-blues singer &
musician, has published several books of poetry, a novel & a libretto,
& worked with Arts Action For Peace. Of mixed ancestry
(Irish/Italian/Paugussett-Shawnee] she has tutored at The Institute of Modern
Languages – Cook University. Stefanie was born in Queensland,
Australia in 1945.
Dear Stefanie,
ReplyDeleteYou wrote an intriguing poem, I love your wordplay in the poem.
Thank you for sharing.
Best wishes,
Inge
lovely choice of words
ReplyDeleteHello Stefanie. I enjoyed your poem. Thank you for sharing it. Continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ
(www.creativeinspirationspp.blogspot.com)
Interesting Stefanie,
ReplyDeleteLike listening to music from the cicada
which droned, with a tiny bit of irritation.
Knight Writer
Thank you for sharing a very interesting and well written poem.
ReplyDeleteSincerely, Charlene