Another Beauty
Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Old, old house at Red Hill, Mornington Peninsula
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For more pics + poetry of this house, see my No Barbed Wires on Gemma’s Greyscaleterritory Poetic Songlines
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Perhaps
I may look
A little tired and worn
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Rain eases the dust in my rooms
And my rusty tin roof
May enjoy a spin with
The next gust of wind ~
But I am happy here ~
Happy
To dream of other days
When the windows were clear
And the door opened
O so easily
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And I still have some wood ~
Some chopped wood ~
Waiting
Patiently
By the porch ~
Waiting
For someone
To light my fire
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Answers?
Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Walkway at Red Hill Consolidated school
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It is amazing ~
I wasn’t looking for an answer
But I found one
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Today was once flecked
With sunlight
But grew into a grey afternoon
With dramatic billows
Of cloud ~
I wanted pics
Desperately ~
But the gods schemed
To railroad me
Where I had no intention
Of going
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I drove down into
Main Ridge
Through glorious caverns
Of magical
Fluctuating
Stormy light ~
But there was nowhere
To park
To even stop
Because the holiday traffic
To vineyard heaven
Kept close
Bumper bar watch
Over my every move
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I turned down some unknown road
Narrow
Twisting
Circling ~
Circling all the way
Back
To where I began
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But I found somewhere to park
Opposite the village shops ~
Stepped out of my car ~
And precocious
Intermittent
Drizzling
Rain
Happily squelched
My brief moment of joy
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However
I am stubborn
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A village school
Waited
Right in front of my car
Complete with a range
Of well-sheltered walkways
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So I wandered in and found treasures ~
A mosaic tiled lounge
Birdfeeders
Painted in Dreaming ochres
Hung from trees
And there
Lining the walkways
Were posts
Painted posts ~
Painted in the blue of the sea
Dotted with ceremonial light
And touched
With the shape
Of a child’s hand
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The answer
To the strange posts
By the roadside
At Red Hill
Perhaps lay
In this world
Of children
Our future
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I felt quite strange
As if some Greater Being
Wanted me to make
The connection
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To appreciate the connection, see Posted messages? 2nd June, 2008
Posted messages?
Pic on Flickr by Gemma Wiseman ~ Posts by the roadside at Red Hill, Mornington Peninsula
Somehow
I don’t want to know the real story
Of why these posts exist ~
I like to read them as they are ~
What they seem to represent
What they seem to say
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They gather
Like a corroboree
Of spirits ~
Ancient spirits maybe
Living silently
In the Dreamtime
Of now
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Blue for the waters of the bay
Far below
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Raw wood
For nature ~
Undressed beauty
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And then
Three posts
Symbolising elements
Of the human spirit
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An ochred
Earthy post
Swirling in hints of white
Ceremonial
Light
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A post boldly coloured
In dancing rings
Of celebration ~
Like a maypole
Of ribboned
Laughter
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And a post
Of
Handprints
A sign of touch
A sign of being
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Together
Beneath the boughs
Of sighing greens
They seem to be
Foundations
For another
Life
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P.S. On 7th June, I found a possible answer. See my posting Answers?
Nettings
Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ This could almost be a painting. There was a hint of mist and storm on a late winter’s afternoon. The pic was taken looking over vineyards at Red Hill, Mornington Peninsula.
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Failing light
Falls into mystical
Pale
Nettings
Capturing
Bursts of
Aging
Autumn
Colours
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But the rich green
Of hilly furls ~
Youth of the spirit ~
Vibrantly
Lives on
Boats in the Vineyard
Strange to find boats
Up-ended
In a sprawling landscape of colour
But to find
A sliver of nature
Inside
Is worth the art of
A smile
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