A little while ago I was writing a novel about ancient Australia (now, unfortunately, never to see the light of day) and have converted some of the descriptive dialogue into poetry. A few of those poems are published below, plus another one I wrote on the subject of freedom. I don't pretend that any of them are great or even good but if you want to have a read you are welcome. Scroll down, or click on the fast-links.
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RIBBON GUMS

Ribbon Gums was written as a description in a book I was writing the almost eerie eucalypt rainforest of southern Australia with its tall, straight gums. Drive through the Dandenong Ranges just out of Melbourne (the capital of Victoria) and you will see these majestic trees and the long ribbons of litter they leave from their shedding bark. In Spring when they're shedding, the new white bark underneath shows through, giving them a ghostly appearance.

The mountain gully
rimmed with moulting eucalypts
the trunks festooned
with curling bark
hanging in ribbons
like yesterday's clothes.

Bark denuded
these ghostly gums
flashing smooth grey-white limbs
reborn, virginal
the winter coat
in tatters at their feet.

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FLOOD

Flood was also written as a descriptive piece in my long-gone novel on ancient Australia. I was trying to get across the growth of a flood as raindrops join to form puddles, the puddles join to form pools, then streams, then rivers, and finally into a full flood. In the story (at that point set in 7,000 BC), the Ice Age was finally over and the heavens re-opened after a 20,000 year drought. The local inhabitants had to live with this deluge as climatic changes racked the earth. They had gone from a freezing, but dry, climate to a cold wet one. However, floods are the same the world over and do not change with the times.

Under a wet onslaught
rain-pocked puddles grow
stretching wet fingers
to neighbouring puddles
joining hands
embracing
growing
flowing
seeking the low ground
puddles to pools
pools to streams
streams to rivers
rivers to flood.

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THE CREEK

The Creek is another segment from my novel this one set in 20,000 BC when the last Ice Age was in full swing (if Ice Ages really do swing!). This describes a small creek born in the heights of the Dandenong Ranges just outside of Melbourne, Victoria, which wends its way along a valley and ends up soaking into a marsh in the centre of a large plain. Locals will probably not recognise the measely creek as the mighty (???) Yarra River, and the extensive plain which swallows this creek as the Port Phillip Bay basin, at that time a dry barren plain (sea levels were about 120 metres lower than present levels). In the story, the sun "flails insipidly" because of the Ice Age and the cold Artic-type temperatures.

Born in the white peaks
the sun's anorexic rays
flailing insipidly at the
snow's cold strength
giving the creek
a meagre birth.

The broad valley
snuggled in the chilly arms
of the mountains
marches onto the plains beyond,
carrying the creek
on its path to death.

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TWILIGHT

Twilight is a short descriptive piece from my abandoned novel on ancient Australia. I think twilight is is one of the best times of the day...

The last rays of the sun
disappeared behind distant hills
bathing the tanned landscape
in its afterglow.

The twilight,
punctuated by the aerobic light
of the campfire,
watched the day wane.

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WAR

War was written, again, for my novel on ancient Australia. In this section two Aboriginal tribes are going into battle. The "good guys" have only experienced 'normal' tribal warfare a quick foray, a lot of bruising, a few cuts, etc, an occasional death, and honour is served. On the other hand, the "bad guys" have just introduced 'total' war they want the land the "goodies" occupy but they don't want the "goodies" left around afterwards. So the "goodies" must choose between maintaining their original tradition with its entrenched morality, and their survival. I hope you enjoy it.

In war the morality of tradition
is expediently ignored
but neither morals
nor traditions
serve a dead man.

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FREEDOM

The illusion of freedom
valueless
until it's gone.

Freedom was written after some musings on this subject. But don't be mislead by its brevity. Freedom is only an illusion because it is subjective a (trusted) slave might see a chance to walk in the street without restraint as the ultimate in freedom, while to many people the loss of their firearms might be seen as an enormous loss of freedom. To me, walking in the street is part of normal life and, not being a firearm owner, would see no loss in the banning of all guns. It's like a knot in piece of string. To the right of that knot is freedom (not in a right-wing political sense), to the left is confinement/restraint. To every man the knot is in a different position on the string. To each the perceived loss of freedom can be horrendous but that perception varies from country to country, person to person.
Freedom is also valueless because it is only an illusion no man can ever truly be free, however much we delude ourselves. For example, can you walk on the face of the Sun? Or visit a distance Solar System? Maybe one day man will be able to do those things, but we can't at present. Because you can't do whatever you can imagine, you can never be truly free. The only real freedom I know is in the arms of Jesus and there you are (happily) His servant! Might sound a contradiction but it isn't you can only be really free after you totally submit yourself to Him.
If this poem (and the concept, of course) tickles your fancy, please drop me an e-mail (below) and let me know your thoughts. So much yak for a three-line stanza!

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