2 poems by Brenda Sciberras
happy evening everyone – i wanted to post some more new, great work from our wonderful members.
here are two poems by Brenda Sciberras. Enjoy!
100 minutes with an author
We are like magpies, preying
on every clever word uttered from her lips.
Pen in hand scribbling notes,
writing every syl-la-ble, believing
she has the answers, an antidote,
a cure for writers’ block.
She will feed us confidence,
validate our thirst for knowledge
on how the craft is done. Spark
an epiphany, become our salvation.
What works for her, will work for us.
We peck and peck, try to unearth
the secret, decipher a foreign alphabet,
crack ‘The Code.’
Tell me the music you listen to
when you write, (so I can listen too)
then I’ll write just like you.
We are a pathetic flock, an audience
of wannabes, hanging on to every
word, literally. We wander home uncertain
of who we are, clutch pens and write
poems littered with food and birds.
Repeat words like flutter and peel, call
them our own, wait for the next author
visit to inspire our belief in transference.
The pelican silently soars over
head, above the lake reflecting
its shoreline of leafy birch & poplar.
She is almost heavenly – mystical.
I don’t know what made me
glance upward may-
be her shadow moving
across my bleached-white
page empty of words.
I’m amazed at what I can see
with my new eyeglasses.
Her orange bill & pouch,
wings stretched out straight,
seven feet across, black-edged
jagged feathers – oily
ready for water. Can she
see me down here watching
her graceful gliding – her
majestic matinee? I am swallowed
up in thoughts of having vision.
The clarity of the universe -
of the words I can see
upon the page. The pelican’s
slow decent from my sight
keeps me wanting more.
Brenda Sciberras is an alumni of the University of Manitoba, Manitoba Writers’ Guild Sheldon Oberman Emerging Writers’ Program, the Sage Hill Writing Experience in Saskatchewan, as well as the Banff Wired Writing Studio in Alberta. Her poetry has appeared in The Collective Consciousness, Room of One’s Own, Contemporary Verse 2, Rhubarb and in the anthology A Cross Sections: New Manitoba Writing.