Saturday, 18 January 2025

Two Sonnets by Dr Emily Bilman

 






The Warden 

 

The shape-shifting wanton moon,  

wounded by asteroids, swells the soul- 

probing subterranean seas.  

 

Wind-torn clouds wrench the skies. 

 

Swollen with wind-afflicted storms, the Cyclope- 

tornado stomps the moon’s memory.  

In the submerged city, a panic- 

driven warden fixes the circuitous traffic.  

 

Seated on the sky-blue aisle  

of the star-and-bee studded 

cathedral, in awe, I watch 

  

my husband’s congregation pray 

for the moon’s tidal orbit to stay  

 

poised with the earth’s memory. 

Outside, my friend waits for me. 

 

 

 

The Procession 

 

A horseman curbs his horse, points 

an introspective index on the horseman 

counting his steps. Torn as he seems 

with self-resigned pathos, the scapegoat- 

 

sacrifice will likely spill blood on the frozen 

feast. Like a rule of inter-connected bones 

the fate-led procession progresses. 

On the metopes of the museum-mazes, 

 

I watch the kouroi-warriors on the Parthenon 

frieze, with sinews flexed, combat the centaurs 

until the combatant city-state should steer 

 

the Delian League. Sea-colonies would 

spring up around Corfu and the Aegean 

like Centaurus star-clusters conceding.





Dr. Emily Bilman is a widely published and anthologized author of poetry, literary essays, and short stories. Her PhD dissertation, The Psychodynamics of Poetry, was published by Lambert Academic in 2010. Slatkine S.A. published La rivière de soi (2010) in Geneva. Modern Ekphrasis (2013) was published by Peter Lang Academic, CH. Her poetry books, A Woman by A Well (2015), Resilience (2015), The Threshold of Broken Waters (2018), Apperception (2020), and The Undertow (2023) were all published by Matador Books UK that just pre-published a new version of Resilience (2025). Her sonnet, “Pathfinder” has been planted on the moon’s southern pole by a time-capsule in 2024. She blogs on http://www.emiliebilman.wix.com/emily-bilman 

 

 

 

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