Wednesday, 17 December 2014

MIDNIGHT GARDENER for Martin Place 16/12/14

 It’s alright when the world’s sleeping.

Stars sit in the yew tree.

The moon is anyone’s heritage.

The cane-toad turns into an oracle.

The night-bat forgets she’s shy.

The cricket sings with renewed strength.

I plant phlox and azalea in my midnight

Garden patch – and make

Plans for a changed tomorrow

When this mother-land of ours will again

Clothe herself in the language

Of petal and leaf – and the mild

Aroma of musk and all things pleasing.

In the hours being struck

By dawn’s grey fingers, I take

One solitary olive branch and offer

Up my reckoning

To the invisible bearer of us all:

Let there be more elemental magic

As the axis bends.

Let there always be

Fine imagery... and a pattern

To record it.
©Stefanie Bennett


(2 hostages and the gunman have been shot

dead – and 4 injured. The gunman was a

self-styled Iranian Cleric.

‘Martin Place Siege, Sydney Australia’

Stefanie Bennett has published eighteen books of poetry. Of mixed ancestry [Irish/
Italian/Paugussett-Shawnee] she was born in Queensland, Australia in 1945.