What country, friends, is this?
Twelfth Night, Act 1, sc 2
another tourist-priced town,
shacks upscaled in treated pine and Colorbond®
— woodland grey, classic cream, surf mist —
stilted up the hillsides.
Colonial Palms, Sea Breeze,
Ocean Rest, Foxtel, balcony views, in-house dining
(fisherman’s basket, steak dianne, chips n salad).
Tinderbox houses ring
the gullied remains of the forest.
Ironbark and bloodwood
giants, sideshow to the understorey
of acacias, lantana and morning glory. Says,
‘When this bastard goes up best just walk away.’
Contrary to accepted, the horizon is not a line
but a jagged blade, the elements saw
against each other constantly swapping molecules
and though it’s cold, the headland’s dancing in the heat.
Viola in drag profiled against the burnished
sea, the air snatches her scarf.
A line rushes across the sand like a new idea.
What woke me so early
with Venus low in the sky
like an A380 on final approach?
It was the New Continent !
I had to look twice, past the estuary and the point,
a cliff far taller almost a wall.
Even though it was dark, the land was full of detail:
trees and trees and trees, a coast below, a line of surf,
silver waterfalls draining the land’s emergence.
An ordinary shore, weathered in familiar processes:
erosion, deposition. Streetlights, houses,
a driver like a star round the hairpins.
How had I overlooked this?
Tomorrow we’ll set out to explore.
But on waking the sky was blank
and the picturesque oyster flats drain
over the usual drudge.
Image: Merimbula Rocks (detail) by Sasha Fernandez on Flickr. A holiday piece posted on Dverse open link night. And for anyone travelling this season, here’s Brian Eno’s Music for Airports, performed by Bang on a Can to help pass the time.
Great poem, Peter. Power of dark-light vs glare, early mornings, gets a lot of that south coast feel…
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Thanks Peter, glad you liked it.
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brilliant
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A line rushes across the sand like a new idea… beautiful…
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Thank you.
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Reliably good reading, as always. I’m interested in this “chips n salad” – I mean, opposites attract but is this chips with some greens on the side?
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It’s a food group around here.😀
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The horizon “is a jagged blade” – love this. Thought-provoking.
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What a journey. Thanks for taking us along.
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The horizon as a jagged blade…live that image.
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Unusual perspective on the horizon: “the horizon is not a line
but a jagged blade” . Venus can be very bright.
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Thanks Frank. Yes, It was blazing away in that early orange sky.
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Ah, there are some wonderful images and perspectives in here like “tinderbox houses”, the horizon as a “jagged blade”, line rushing along the sand “like a new idea”, Venus “like an A380”, et al. Guess you didn’t miss out on all of this in your view after all. Overall, it is so good to read something refined and well done — I really enjoyed reading it out loud. 🙂
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Thank you so much for this. So glad you enjoyed.
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Lovers have an eye this acute, one that is knowing and judging and mercilessly yearning for a single detail in which to begin itself. This seaside town is known from long habitation with the language of it – local, sun-bleached, passing –that’s why (for this reader) found such hope in “how had I missed this?” and saw a door opening for other poems, perhaps of the same shore but at angles and depths suggestive of a new continent …
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Thanks Brendan, yes I was also thinking about other verses. Cheers Peter.
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Seeing something in a new light for the first time is thrilling, and a bit unsettling. This was excellent Peter, really enjoyed it… 🙂
…rob from Image & Verse
Lost in Azure
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Thanks Rob.
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“A line rushes across the sand like a new idea”.. now that is exquisite! ❤
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This reads like an epitaph to a lost horizon. We mar so much in the name of entertainment, leisure, god knows what. And we’re left with the ‘usual drudge’.
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Thanks Jane. Yes, that’s it exactly.
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I empathise.
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I love how your search for the ordinary was successful in the end.. the images of how you wake up to see what’s behind (a new continent) reminds me of being an explorer in a posh neighborhood…
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Thanks Bjorn, – that’s a great image. 🙂
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“Contrary to accepted, the horizon is not a line
but a jagged blade, the elements saw
against each other constantly swapping molecules”
Wonderful lines!
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Thanks Bekkie, Glad you liked.
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Cool. Simply fantastic.
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Thanks so much.
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To see with new eyes opens new things, and I do find the layers of descriptive tourist seaside/suburb setting… very funny.
But there still lies the wildness of the tides and the pulse of the undiscovered country around each corner, in relation to the people as well as the structures. There is, for example, “Viola in drag,” who is she… is she a cross dressing performer? In which case the moniker of drag is accurate, or since she is not singing up on a stage I have the feeling she might be a transgender woman, trying desperately to align her walk through the world with the imperatives of her hypothalamus, in which case to be viewed as in drag would be a melancholic reminder that are walks, like our planets so often sadly do not align. You intimate how a whole continent can be discovered around neighborhoods and entire galaxies between every set of ears.
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I also loved your star around the hairpins, think I’ll stand up and go for a walk
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Beautiful vivid expression and imagery, Peter; love the transitions in thought, coexistence somewhere, somehow of different worlds awake and asleep. So the new continent is in another spiral arm of our galaxy. 😸
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Cheers Steve, there’s a story by Ursula K LeGuin – called The New Atlantis – which you’d enjoy (if you haven’t already). 🙂
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Thanks, Peter. No, it’s one I haven’t read, I’ll take a look.
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