Posts Tagged ‘kookaburra’

river

The river crawls glacially
Glass reflections reiterating of surrounding bush
Eucalyptus trees lean over water
Glistening sunlight ripples
Cool depths calling out
A a barramundi flicks the surface and willow branches caress water
A Paperbark like an old man’s hand on the edge
Reflections of the burnt holes like evil empty eyes
A dragonfly buzzes an erratic line across the water, occasionally hovering
Occasionally a kookaburra celebrates the day with glorious cackles
Red dirt desert all around but here there is life
Life embracing life and surging through the pores of reality
Watch out for Crocs!

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

bush
The sunlight bludgeons the earth till it squeezes out the edges,
Morning is breaking all over the ground like an incandescent egg.
The eucalyptus trees whisper softly in a slow murmuring breath of wind,
And the birds call each other with inscrutable sounds.
A kookaburra’s insane laugh booms through the land,
And the elusive fragrance of wattle is in the air.
Granite outcrops are silent sentinels, watching over the bush.
I sing the beauty of this land, its endless deserts, plains and mountains,
I sing the unique birds, animals and plants, their fecundity and claws.
Wide to the ends of space is the Bush,
So easy to be lost in.
A pin in an infinite haystack,
But in it is the heart of the nation.