To Angela, Who Is Afraid of Clowns

A POEM

By Evelyn Bence | September 1983

Clowns are grandfathers

painted with strokes of laughter

who kiss lollipops

but never lick them.

Save your terror, child,

for snakes who talk of biting fruit

and wolves who scheme of eating girls.

The Hidden Years

A workman asked at a village door,

“Have you a bed, a chair,

A fallen…

Twentieth-Century Adam and Eve

As aliens yearn

For the native land.

We still return

To the garden —

Taste…

“Trilogy”

In the beginning
A Mind, Eternal.
Then

A mind, created.

A sweet Whispering,