a chorus of hellebore

a chorus of hellebore

This year my daughter survived a devastating bout of meningitis.  She is happy and beautiful and amazing having died twice and come back to us. A wonderful gardener. It is a very slow, and sometimes painful recovery.


Schmettern (forget loud, but with a certain force, yes.)

Dean Martin has the tone I was working for.


Blue Moon: Singing is good for you


There are reasons singing is good for you.

I sing because it makes me feel good.


This is a strange story. I was in hospital.

An ultra-sound had been ordered.

(That’s all you need to know about that.)


I went into the ultra-sound singing Blue Moon.

Don’t ask me why.


Halfway thru the ultra-sound

I thought why am I doing this

so I ceased singing at such

a strange time.


And then a voice; from where

I couldn’t say; not above, so

it wasn’t God. (And I wasn’t

that far gone though I sure

could have been – long story.)


The voice said “Don’t stop;

we were enjoying that.” (Truth

being; so was I, both the effort and sound.)


So I went back to the hospital ward singing.


Now I read that singing

is good for the heart.


I’ll keep singing,

not the cure but a tool.


Benita H. Kape (c) 12.6.2019


Come Walk With Me Into The Night

Ryan & I walk into the night


Come Walk With Me Into The Night


Come walk with me into the night.

The car is a fair way down the road.

We have a corner to round

And as we turn it you say

“That’s miles away,” or something

To that effect.


My car awaits me,

The driver a little way behind us.

A man across the river is singing.

How ancient and beautiful this sound.


We are parked by the river.

Lovely this late spring night,

The air and the ambiance of the city

Embrace us. We embrace each other.

My driver has already opened the car door.

We wish each other “goodnight”.


Benita H. Kape © 29.10.2018


Notes: Ryan, Dianne, Nicki and her daughter Maddy

and I had just been to dinner for Ryan’s 34th

birthday. Nicki had made Ryan the most incredible

cake; a fish, a replica of one Ryan caught two weeks ago.


This, at times, feels like a series of farewell poems.

This is not to be morbid but to record a changing

moment in my life.



OPEN WINDOW – GloPoWriMo Day One – poem after Kay Ryan


OPEN  WINDOW    (Day One NaPoWriMo 2017)

The window

was left open


A bird flew in.

By morning

the chill

had long


The bird

was sitting

in another room.

I let him fly.

I am

the one


Benita H. Kape © 1.4.2017


 And finally, our (optional) prompt. In honor of today’s interviewee, I’d like to challenge you to write a Kay-Ryan-esque poem: short, tight lines, rhymes interwoven throughout, maybe an animal or two, and, if you can manage to stuff it in, a sharp little philosophical conclusion.