Posts Tagged ‘dryad’

paperbark

Intricately gnarled paperbark tree
Curls on itself like a corkscrew
Reflected in mirror-flat waters
Of a lonely Billabong in the Pilbara
Rounded pebbles scattered about roots
Trunk burnt inside
Old as dreamtime
So grounded in its rich ripe roots,
Black-fella dryads lurking translucently
Circle water-lilies randomly on mirror-water
Purple flowers struggling above the crystal surface
Mist rises languidly, almost giving body to dryads
Reflections in reflections,
Distortion and fuzzification in hidden cold algae-coated depths
Above the surface a dragonfly jerks its crippled flight-path between bouts of hovering stasis
In the midst of an ominous mosquito hum
A Kookaburra laughs

skeletons
The stone that broke the bone of sex was wizened
By monster-trolls with multitudes of eyes
The blade that split the carnal sea was sunk
Into a gaping orifice with teeth

No hope of finding life amidst the stars
Say dopey maidens in a well of tears

The bridge that loved the pilgrim sky was bent
By spies and hoboes ruled by roll of die
The dance of time electrifies when high
And whispers to the children of the sky

Who hover batlike in my rotten brain
And feather-tickle flows of vain emotions
With pointy pins of consequence and truth
I’m haunted by a willing daughter dryad
Blackfella dryad translucent in eucalyptus

Slave to the muse which spits upon bone
And waits until the zombies come on home
She says she talks to dead people at night
And crackles madness formed from sibilant souls

So penitent and poisonous like plutonium
Provoking mustard gas inspired exhalations
Of rotten lungs and suppurating sexuality
A skeletal hand draws traces down my back

Finger-tip points and sliding lines in skin
To shape eternity into a nut
And steal a moment from the crux of now
Where statues vomit blood and rot like corpses

Inside the awful testaments of prophets
Vague shadows of ghosts with erratic motives
Lead me by the river of excess
And flicker hallucinations in my eye