Halloween Poem

Since 2006, I’ve been coordinating the Science Fiction Poetry Association’s Halloween Poetry Reading page. SFPA members make digital recordings of themselves, reading one of their own poems. This year, as in 2007, I wrote a new poem for the page; my recording is way at the bottom, if you’d like to hear me reading it. Here’s the text of this year’s poem:

Halloween at the End of the Universe
by Elizabeth Bennefeld

In the asteroid belt, the veil between the worlds grows thin.
Here, graveyards are orbits around the rocks
that once were home to those who circle round and round,
peering through our windows with empty, farseeing eyes.

Beyond, one by one, the stars blink out,
with no short, clear path from Earth–
a failure of applied topology–
to the one bright-burning star that promises
the beginning of a new beginning.

So, Trick or Treat?
Here we sit on this hunk of rock and ice,
watching through the windows for the ghosts
of Grandpa Pat and Great-Aunt Selene
to push aside the thinning veil, resume their bodies,
and guide our spaceships through the wall between our worlds–
to celebrate Halloween together
at the beginning of a new-born universe.

Reposted from my wordpress blog

Old Promises

In August, I entered my first poetry contest. One of my poems received “Judge’s Pick” recognition and will be published in the third annual SFPA poetry contest chapbook. I understand I’m also to receive a small honorarium for allowing the poem’s publication.

That last day for submission, I wrote three poems to submit to the contest. “Old Promises” is one of them. “Luciferase” is the other.

“Old Promises”
by Liz Bennefeld

Winds sweep down the mountain,
bringing fall rain and winter snow.
Gone, the light and warmth,
the joy of first harvest.

Huddle together, now, in inner rooms,
saving the heat of breath and closeness,
sparing peat and wood until the solstice,
looking through despair to spring’s warmth.

Remember the time before, the time to come.
Recall the warmth, the energy of sunlight,
warm glow of flowers in the dusk.
Recall the lightning and the fire.

On this world, too, as on that left behind,
the seasons come and go with purpose.
New planet…but old promises hold true.
After darkness, dawn–and after winter, spring.

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Copyright © August 31, 2008, by Elizabeth W. Bennefeld. All rights reserved.

Words and Images

an artist sketches

on the texture of the wind

pensive butterfly

I have started a photo blog at my Postcard Art site.  Not sure I am excited about the layout, and so am wondering if a different blogging software specifically for photo blogging might work better. More stuff is appearing on my Quiet Spaces blog, these days, including some gluten-free recipes. I write a little more regularly on Live Journal, also with the user name of Quiet Spaces, but different stuff, mostly, because Live Journal feels too public, most of the time.

I haven’t been very diligent about using the tags and categories, but feel free to poke around and see what turns up.  There is more art, poetry, and short stories on the main web site:  The Moments Between (hosted by SFF Net).