Poetry: Materfamilias by Jessica Weyer Bentley

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Materfamilias

My Mother,
reverential soul,
was not mine,
but chose to envelop me,
though never in her womb,
ushering me home to the pink room,
she painted for me,
relieving indigence and affliction,
carried me hemorrhaging-
in my own miscarriage,
taught me quiet reflection,
humaneness,
patience with a convection oven,
equanimity. 
My Mother,
not in blood,
in protection,
began to lean,
stooping to lymphoma.
My Mother,
but not mine.
My Angel,
shields me still,
from myself,
from above.
A Mother’s devotion,
that weathered the squall,
for this refugee. 

Bio: Jessica Weyer Bentley is an Author/Poet. Her first collection of poetry, Crimson Sunshine, was published in May 2020 by AlyBlue Media. She has contributed work to several publications for the Award-Winning Book Series, Grief Diaries, including Poetry and Prose, and Hit by a Drunk Driver. Jessica’s work has been anthologized in Women Speak Vol. 6 (Sheila-Na-Gig Editions), Summer Gallery of Shoes (Highland Park Poetry), Common Threads 2020 Edition (Ohio Poetry Association), Appalachian Witness Volume 24 (Pine Mountain Sand and Gravel) and Made and Dream (Of Rust and Glass) 2021 and online showcases including Global Poemic and Fevers of the Mind Poetry Showcase 2022. Jessica currently resides in Northwest Ohio.

Poetry Showcase from Jessica Weyer Bentley

Poetry from Jessica Weyer Bentley

Evanescent Reverence

So much unspoken wreckage,
mixed in with your pleasantries.
How are you?
Weighted with cast iron,
anchored in casualty.
The smiles slide to the corners,
a twisted clown.
I tamper down the anger,
rein in the agitation.
You should come over soon,
is marred by wounded history,
inflicted memory.
Did I tremble,
or lose poise?
Did the others recognize,
the crevasse that looms?
There is no trestle to hold the tonnage. 
We continue to plunge into our great divide.  

Blue and Yellow Knights

Where have all the heroes gone,
evidently to Ukraine,
staving off a frenetic brute
the most cogent would not contain.
Where have all the children gone,
laying limp on the cobble,
in the rubble,
a mass grave with dark soil on fresh hands,
unable to comprehend the value of their blood for land,
wailing for their fathers, 
freezing in idle jeeps,
Where,
           I beg,
                    has our humanity gone,
that my grandfather fought to sustain.
We watch in horror,
the sports commentary,
of a media who should be ashamed,
another sentiment of prayers,
with no real strategy or intervention.
No mention of salvation.
How much flesh
can we stack under the same square acre.
The crimson dust does not belong to this maniacal creature,
But belonging,
Lovingly,
Only 
To Mother Nature. 


Bio: Jessica Weyer Bentley is an Author/Poet. Her first collection of poetry, Crimson Sunshine, was published in May 2020 by AlyBlue Media. She has contributed work to several publications for the Award-Winning Book Series, Grief Diaries, including Poetry and Prose, and Hit by a Drunk Driver. Jessica’s work has been anthologized in Women Speak Vol. 6 (Sheila-Na-Gig Editions), Summer Gallery of Shoes (Highland Park Poetry), Common Threads 2020 Edition (Ohio Poetry Association), Appalachian Witness Volume 24 (Pine Mountain Sand and Gravel) and Made and Dream (Of Rust and Glass) 2021 and online showcases including Global Poemic and Fevers of the Mind Poetry Showcase 2022. Jessica currently resides in Northwest Ohio.

Poetry Showcase from Jessica Weyer Bentley

Wolfpack Contributor: Jessica Weyer Bentley

Jessica Weyer Bentley is an Author/Poet. Her first collection of poetry, Crimson Sunshine, was published in May 2020 by AlyBlue Media. She has contributed work to several publications for the Award-Winning Book Series, Grief Diaries, including Poetry and Prose, and Hit by a Drunk Driver. Jessica’s work has been anthologized in Women Speak Vol. 6 (Sheila-Na-Gig Editions), Summer Gallery of Shoes (Highland Park Poetry), Common Threads 2020 Edition (Ohio Poetry Association), Appalachian Witness Volume 24 (Pine Mountain Sand and Gravel) and Made and Dream (Of Rust and Glass) 2021 and online showcases including Global Poemic and Fevers of the Mind Poetry Showcase 2022. Jessica currently resides in Northwest Ohio.

Poetry Showcase from Jessica Weyer Bentley

a pop art version of Van Gogh ‘Sunflowers’

Jessica Weyer Bentley is an Author/Poet. Her first collection of poetry, Crimson Sunshine, was published in May 2020 by AlyBlue Media. She has contributed work to several publications for the Award-Winning Book Series, Grief Diaries, including Poetry and Prose, and Hit by a Drunk Driver. Jessica’s work has been anthologized in Women Speak Vol. 6 (Sheila-Na-Gig Editions), Summer Gallery of Shoes (Highland Park Poetry), Common Threads 2020 Edition (Ohio Poetry Association), Appalachian Witness Volume 24 (Pine Mountain Sand and Gravel) and Made and Dream (Of Rust and Glass), Jessica currently resides in Northwest Ohio.

Quietus

Small tragedies stitch red pain into an intricate quilt,
pure earthen connections of man,
kisses of black serendipity,
wedding together our imminent demise,
painful true simplicity that levels even the most affluent soul,
removing the charade.
We all become dust under the plow,
a mare’s grazing clover,
rising up beneath her galloping hooves,
as she tests the iron confines of the pasture gate. 

Zelfmoord

Vincent, paint for me,
scratch the piercing cruelty.
The overlay scars in mustard and burnt umber.
The subjects shed their scrutiny.
They let you seethe in your creativity,
dying slowly,
wilting your own shadow.
They praise you now but left you for dead,
to sever your own ear and wound your heart.
You had never lived.
Your acrylics thrive in brazen blue,
the violet hue of your agony.
Vincent,
Oh Vincent,
if they could have used your cipher,
to decipher the wails to be heard.
The sunflower,
your shade from loneliness,
you were drowning,
yearning expelled onto the canvas.

Fox in the Henhouse

Casket of cobalt,
auburn skin pale.
Your turgid hands fold against your patrolman’s lapel.
Lying on satin with ringlets of black.
You have left me to wolves,
Sir-
you can never turn back.
My little hands grasp the mahogany.
You promised to silence us with your revolving blue steel.
They were called to a domestic,
you showed her-
sapphire and sable. 
You screamed my name,
a young man’s dying last chant.
I scream for you daily inside of myself. 
My plea is reticent,
though breaking my hull.
The waters seep in,
the damage-
irreversible.
An anchor run foul,
lost to the deep.
My reflections are ghosts,
a little red jeep.
I am your poltergeist.
I never sleep.
My little hands grasp the mahogany.
Forever bowing now to the mahogany. 


Bio: Jessica Weyer Bentley is an Author/Poet. Her first collection of poetry, Crimson Sunshine, was published in May 2020 by AlyBlue Media. She has contributed work to several publications for the Award-Winning Book Series, Grief Diaries, including Poetry and Prose, and Hit by a Drunk Driver. Jessica’s work has been anthologized in Women Speak Vol. 6 (Sheila-Na-Gig Editions), Summer Gallery of Shoes (Highland Park Poetry), Common Threads 2020 Edition (Ohio Poetry Association), Appalachian Witness Volume 24 (Pine Mountain Sand and Gravel) and Made and Dream (Of Rust and Glass) 2021 and online showcases including Global Poemic and Fevers of the Mind Poetry Showcase 2022. Jessica currently resides in Northwest Ohio.

3 Poems by Jessica Weyer Bentley

pink flowers in tilt shift lens

image by Christina Deravedisian (unsplash)

King Roosevelt the Healer

I sat quietly as she skipped by,
I dared to shuffle,
stoic poise.
Her other toys gazed-
frozen.
I was chosen to comfort from far away.
He missed her birthday.
He lost.
I was tossed into a box-
longingly shipped.
A stuffed ragged bear,
his carrier pigeon-
of love-
of ache.
He would be dead before her birthday cake sprouted mold.
My fur matted in tears,
after years of silent pleading,
for his resurrection.
But for a moment,
prior to grief’s inflection,
she forever bends,
infinitely bending now,
peering excitingly into the coat closet. 

Bridegroom Estuary

In the opaque expanse he is there,
the one I promised God,
the one I donned lace for.
The aging embrace of reason,
a graveled voice of calm,
in a soul of fear and trepidation.
He is the anchor in this albatross.
He steels and finds bottom.
A strength no other could wake.
Steadfast,
an ocean surface of glass.
I see my reflection-
a reflection of that which he finds in me.
Do I dare conjure it for myself? 

First Sergeant

You drove that navy blue Corvair,
up and down the gravel laden hollers of our charred town,
praying it would outrun your reminiscence.
You were mistaken,
parking it on the hill by the slanted tool shed,
you proudly built with bayonet seasoned hands-
hands unwilling to purge the stain.
You refused to suffer one more night of cower,
beneath your best friend's jeep,
or one more sunrise with lack of sleep,
as a backfire bludgeoned you into hostility,
an ocean away from these forgotten tracks.
You staggered up to the little barn door.
No more scarring your wife and children.
No more-
flashing back again to that crimson day,
as vernal faces lay in foreign silt,
set eyes peering up from the morning dew.
You hesitate,
grasping the familiar steel,
leaving your redemption blustered all over the resting John Deere


Bio: Jessica Weyer Bentley is an Author/Poet. Her first collection of poetry, Crimson Sunshine, was published in May 2020 by AlyBlue Media. She has contributed work to several publications for the Award-Winning Book Series, Grief Diaries, including Poetry and Prose, and Hit by a Drunk Driver. Jessica’s work has been anthologized in Women Speak Vol. 6 (Sheila-Na-Gig Editions), Summer Gallery of Shoes (Highland Park Poetry), Common Threads 2020 Edition (Ohio Poetry Association), Appalachian Witness Volume 24 (Pine Mountain Sand and Gravel) and Made and Dream (Of Rust and Glass) 2021 and online showcases including Global Poemic and Fevers of the Mind Poetry Showcase 2022. Jessica currently resides in Northwest Ohio.


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