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Then, at his strong arm
I met his country folk;
so dear for him, the old peasants,
dirty or poor, the proud women which I’ve never understood.
Till then.
Me, in an elegant scarlet dress,
I was stepping through the rain as a queen, at his strong arm.
My clothes were wet on my body and my shoes full with water.
And when I looked at him,
I met a question mark on his face.
Smiling, I sent flying my shoes, my barefooted soles went straight on the grass, my arms rising as long as they could, embracing the rain.
And, for the first time,
my lungs were full with fresh air
and that helped me to have a healthy laugh.

Then I met the village
that was calling my man as a spell.
I threw away my long, yellow, green and red dresses,
so wearisome and so many,
and I rested as Mary, as Ann, as Ellen,
in that lightly coat that scents as field does,
as hay, as sun, as dew, as blossom trees,
as ruby wine, as autumn,
as slender love.
The coat of happiness.
Then, at his strong arm, I found my silence.
And my joy entered the door, the window, the chimney,
as an unexpected Santa Clause.
The joy comes from my depths, from our flesh and blood,
from my bulging womb,
on which you put your ear every evening, and over which you pass, suspicious,
your palm, from my red cheeks,
from my eyes that yell with joy:
,,I’m going to have a child !”
The Fates will gather around his cradle, where will fall leaves of serenity.
Mary, Savete, will bring him as gift weight and ripen fruits, ambrosia and nectar,
yellow from the quinces, red from the apples, orange from the pears,
the green of the youth and the blue of the water.They will bring him the wreath of their joy, the found way of the travelers.

One day, from our strong arms,
he will raise, easily,
and he will build his happiness.
Never a sand castle.

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Old Love

I feel the verandah groaning of time, 
I feel the trees raising their eyelashes, 
I feel  the window watching outside, and then inside, outside, bored by me. 
I feel the garden raising slowly with a new morning on her ankles, and looks at me with sympathy: 
,,To leave, to leave not…”, tearing, petal with petal a chrysanthemum. And the dew gathers and becomes a river that rises to the sky on an escalator, on which, later, is getting down the sun. 
I feel myself halving, while the verandah, the trees,, the windows, the garden, the chrysanthemum and the dew are asking about you…
And all the eyes, even mine, lean on your tombstone, waiting for you to come, knowing that you won’t disappoint us.

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Alter Ego

My husband is a happy man. 
He holds me near him at breakfast, 
at lunch and dinner, 
he has me near when he climbs the mountains, 
when he comes to the valley, 
when he walks on the right way of the day. 
My husband is a happy man. 
A child is pulling him by sleeve, 
another one climbs his arms. 
He’s a tree that gives birth 
to birds and teaches them to fly. 
His roots are gathering us all 
and keep us tight as into a ball of silk. 
My husband sleeps 
with his head on my knees. 
Sometimes,
He is a fastidious child.

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Ocurrence

We’ve broken apart; 
a tub of salty tears,
a tub of bitter regrets. 
We are piercing the world 
as a pair 
of new odd shoes. 
Somebody have cut 
the Gordian knot 
that kept tight
our hearts and our laces.

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The Witness

I testify
 for my own person: 
I’m the guest, which got to the castle 
at the last moment and,
 every time and everywhere, 
I  was the last. 
Nobody following me 
excepting my shadow, which keeps my umbrella when it rains, 
or polishes my shoes, or holds my mantle. And no, nobody else on my trace, 
so I can’t explain who and why
killed me.

Best Poems Written by Mandy Bennett

Karma

The Village

Old Love

Alter Ego

Ocurrence

The Witness