Wednesday, December 17, 2014

A symphony of delight


I noticed her
There at the bus stop
So I dared to speak to her

It was so cold
She was wrapped up warm
And happy to talk to me

I asked her out
Jazz club "No", film "Yes"
Held hands in the cinema

She loved music
Sang in a chorus
Got ticket for "Iolanthe"

So I loved her
While tripping hither
Now married with three children

Music was then
The food of sweet love
A symphony of delight

Image found at www.nygasp.org 

She has misty eyes



She is tall, aloof
I often notice her here
Stood at the bus stop

I saw him again
Was he just glaring at me
O the cheek of him

I love her sweet smile
There is  touch of sadness
She has misty eyes

He is not that bad
He smiles and has laughing eyes
No, I must not look

I do love her hands
There's not ring on that finger
I feel so alive

Will he speak to me?
I can see that he wants to
Yes, he's going to

Image found at www.marketingsociety.com


Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Song Sings


Another visit to Dum and Yum's world


Song sings

The village where Dum and Yum lived had been rebuilt after the storm and flood that had ripped off many of the roofs and knocked down the fences around their vegetable plots. The violent fall weather was over and everyone was looking to stock up for the winter to come.

Song the spirit woman would often wander off alone and sit on a high point of land and look for a long time into the sky but not tell anyone what she was looking for. She did this after the sun had set which was a dangerous time to be away from the village. Finally Yum could not stand it any more and when should could speak to Song alone she asked her what she did at night alone.

Song shook her head sadly. “I do not know but there is sometime out there” and then she pointed to the sky. “There is something telling me to look in the sky at night. So I am waiting to see what it is”.

“But it is not safe, Song” pleaded Yum.

“When the Great Spirit one calls me I will go. If I get a message I will listen. If I feel that something will happen I will look around me. Don’t worry Yum, go and lay down with Dum else he will come looking for you and then the whole village will be looking at the sky with me”.

So Yum walked sadly home. Dum grunted as she entered their hut. He was playing with the children and was glad that she was home at last. When they had got the children to sleep Yum told Dum about Song sitting on the hill overlooking the ocean as though she was waiting for some thing.

The sun had set and the children were now asleep so Yum said to Dum. “I am not happy that Song is out there alone. Go to her and make sure she is safe and try to persuade her to come back home.”

Dum looked doubtful so Yum went on “When you come back I will warm you up” she then placed her hand on his chest and lift it up and touched his face.” He knew then he could not refuse. She knew the way to his heart and so nodded in agreement.

Dum took a firebrand with him and carefully followed Yum’s instruction as to where Song might be. It took him some time but eventually by the light of the moon he could see Song’s outline on the hillside. She was looking at the moon.

He softly called to her, “Song, it is me, Dum”

“Come sit, Dum. So Yum has sent you to look after me has she? You have a woman among many to trust her man with this woman alone.”

Dum laughed. “You are here, I am here but what else is here that is the mystery? You know when things happen, don’t you?”

“We are a pair Dum”, she replied. “We both have gifts; you can see what we can make of this world to make our lives better.  And I….I can foretell what is to happen. Tonight I feel some thing will happen and we will see it together.”

So they both sat down looking down over the darkened landscape towards the sea some way off. The sky was almost clear and a cool wind blew gently from the shore.

Dum sat looking out towards the sea and Song hummed some words then she noticed the moon slowly being darkened not by clouds but by a shadow slowly biting into its side.  Song nudged Dum “Look, look at the moon Dum! Something is covering the moon.

Dum stared at the moon’s disc and slowly, minute after minute a dark shadow was covering the moon’s face. “Is it dying, Song?”

Song started to cry out, “Mother Moon, what is happening to you?” She stood up and stretched her arms. “Do not leave us mother Moon, we need you lighten our darkness.”

Dum looked at Song face and could see tears wet on her face. Then she started to sing a mournful song of longing that he had never heard before. She didn’t stop all the while the moon’s face darkened. Finally the moon was completely covered by a dark mantle even Dum had a tears in his eye. What was happening to his world? He wondered.

On and on Song sang her lament until finally moon satisfied that someone cared for her showed a spark of light on her rim. The light grew bigger and bigger and still Song sang. Finally after they had been on the hillside for hours the moon shone fully again.

Song exhausted collapsed on the ground. Dum held her close to him not knowing what to do. He had never been that close to her before and he could smell the scent of her body, a mixture of flowers and herbs. He brushed the hair from her face and she slowly recovered.

“Go home now Dum” she said hoarsely.

He shook his head. “We go back together, Song.”

She nodded reluctantly “Tell Yum to see me tomorrow, but tell no one else of this mystery. No one, do you understand?”



Image found at www.sun-sentinal.com

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Made in heaven



What did I just say?
It was a lunatic thing
I said “I love you”

My head is spinning
A spaceship out of control
“You? Me? Forever?”

Angels spread their wings
And usually tread with care
They have been busy

Our planets collide
A stunning supernova
I’ll be the loser

Should I endeavor
To get out of this tangle 
"No, I do love you"

You've stars in your eyes
Eternity is good for me
You are my sunshine

Image from www.news.com.au


Born on Christmas Day



For those who on this day were born
There is not much joy at all
Celebrations for a more worthy one
Has left us hurt, sad and so forlorn

Christmas is of course a treat
Presents yes and carols too
With trees and candles and all the rest
But my birthday has missed a beat

I know all about the manger and the hay
Of lots of food and games to play
But I wished I’d arrived in June 
Rather than to be born on Christmas Day

Image found at www.emmaschildren.wordpress.com

Author's note: Please direct no sympathies or wishes to me as Christmas is not my birthday!

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Shame

                                 Rock Art, Kakadu National Park

In nineteen sixty seven
As a new Australian
An immigrant no less
Registered to vote
I was now entitled
To say whether
The Aboriginal people
Of this great land
Been here for about
Forty thousand years
Should be given the vote!
Was I proud?

                                Bangarra Dance Theatre      

Whiteys came scarcely
Two hundred years ago
“Terra Nullis” they said
Empty that is except for
A culture older than theirs
Art telling their history
Stories of their beliefs
A strict rule of law
Education for the young
Dancing to inspire
Songs to weep over
I was shamed

                                         Mother Tree by Mrs Wallace                             


Yet Again

To be blunt
I'm as drunk
As a skunk
Yet again

You've been gone
For so long
Now I'm down
I've no brain

I'm so sick
Lethargic
Been in the nick
It's a pain

Please come home
Hate it alone
And I'm all done
Ring me Jane

Thanks for the call
You said it all
I'm on the ball
Catch the first train