spear in flowers wake
to the dawn and the dewy slake
when in the garden of eve
the purple mulga wood he kleave
and pound the spiky spinifex
in fire rocks a solid resin bleeds
and mulga bits laid out to dry
among the ashes against the sky
then when in the garden of eve
a solid shaft in hand appeared
faster than that arrow bleed
and split the air with cracking speed
the spear in flowers wake
Photo: Teriiska : Flickr – Used with permission
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Thankyou Margaret. It’s a first of a kind again. Still experimenting with the idea – that is – how to go from the natural real to the surreal to the concrete man made form – to the action – and back to the natural real again. Glad you ‘liked’ it 🙂
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I had to look up some words, didn’t know if you invented them to fit the rhyming pattern because they worked so smoothly. Mulga, for example. I think you definitely accomplished your objective. I see a very clear image of the launching spear, a spear that morphs throughout.
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The spear itself, but the spinifex resin used to make a woomera [spear thrower] fit the hand is a brilliant aboriginal adaptation. But you’ve given me another idea about the invented words. – thanks
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