Friday, 14 September 2018

Unmitigated Cycle: War Games Now

This frenzied star of an afternoon,
Heavy with the sway of
Wild flowering ti-tree;
Strands of the last
Mefistofele – its
Liturgy, where
Seduction wrote
Damnation in the sand.

And along the sandstone cliff annexed
To an indigo sky
Passing into violet,
We too have passed
In reticence.
There’s the sojourn
Of ‘39 – wry idioms...
The conscious sceptics.

But I trounce within the space
Of a once common day
Feeling the polar-pulse
That beats out
Accepted crass-Gods:
Warheads: inventive
Poison cowering
A spent Pacific.

Could it be conjectured up – the aged
Dictum? Poetic populists caught
On the rebound – and
Choice made,
No matter
How shrill. How
Contextual... setting
A precedent, now?

A wave hiss quivers its quatrain
To the walker upon it; recaps,
Best let be.
Esprit-de-corps! “Black glows
The sun and solid
Is the sea.” *
Well word trampled,
Mudie. I stop-watch
Today’s necromancy, and go.

© Stefanie Bennett

[*Quote from Ian Mudie 1911-1976]

Russia gears up for biggest war games since Cold War

Stefanie Bennett has published several books of poetry – worked with Arts Action
For Peace [No Nukes], & Human Rights ‘Equality’. Of mixed ancestry – Italian/ Irish
Paugussett-Shawnee, she was born in Queensland, Australia.