My second island
- Val Vallis: 'Michael' -
In a coastal crescent on the island's lee
the homestead stood, verandas shaded
by tin awnings broader than akubra brims,
silver grain of decking anchored
by the trophies of king tides -
chunks of coral, bailer shells,
emerald buoys from fishing-nets.
Through the telescope trained on the channel
vessels hove in view - the little launch
from Heron bound for Gladstone
and the week's supplies, ore-carriers
with foreign flags, squat tubs by day,
transformed by darkness, gliding past
as if on oil, mysterious with coloured lights,
guided by the pilot beacon,
high and planetary-bright.
...All night through my open door
the sea would hum and drone and roar;
by day I'd comb the beach for treasure -
just one buoy or bailer shell -
rewarded best in squally weather
when the waves boiled up from hell.
In a hidden clearing at the island's core
the brolgas danced. Camouflaged in ti-tree scrub,
my friend and I would watch in awe
the regal choreography, the ritual romance...
The east coast, pulverised by ocean,
edged with sand as clean as salt,
hived middens, culinary graves
of people who had loved their place
millennia before it changed its name,
became a grazing lease, liberally
littered with the bones of sheep.
On the island's eastern tip, poised
on the projecting lip above the rocks
where flotsam snarled with driftwood
eddying in froth, skin electrified by ions
glancing off the rainbow spray,
whose shadow did I displace -
what singer, hunter, fisherman?
Who gazed seaward from that spot
in wonder, troubling clairvoyance,
waiting for the hour of the albatross -
the advent of the seafarers whose ships
had wings like giant birds, when strangers
would be welcomed on that shore,
and paradise be lost...
*
*Facing Island, opposite the port of Gladstone,
Central Queensland, Australia, lies slightly
north of Heron Island, which is at the southerly
extremity of the chain of reefs, atolls and
islands that are collectively known as
the Great Barrier Reef.
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So, your told us about your second island.
If it's not a secret, what island would be the third one, Jena?
Sincerely,
M.T.
Михаил Топориков 30.11.2006 00:34 Заявить о нарушении
Thank you for your interest.
Jena Woodhouse 02.12.2006 11:56 Заявить о нарушении
It was a pity for me to learn that only few of the islands you've seen impressed you, - I have to confess I had a hope for receiving a reply that would let me say:
Then I will ask about the 4th,
And so on, and so forth... :-)
meaning that your "Islomania" should have a continuation, for I believe the idea to decribe the most beautiful islands of the Earth is not bad at all.
Still, my hope has not yet died.
Sincerely,
Michael
Михаил Топориков 04.12.2006 15:15 Заявить о нарушении
It is not the case that the many islands I have seen have not impressed me, but there was not always time to become familiar with them. But while there may not be many that can seem in some way "mine" because I developed a special affinity with them - or maybe I should say that I am in some way theirs - of course there are such islands. These are the landfalls and harbours one returns to in poetry and imagination, and dreams of visiting again. So yes, there is a third, a fourth, a fifth...
Sincerely,
Jena Woodhouse 05.12.2006 01:17 Заявить о нарушении
A hard stone has just fallen off my heart. :-)
Hoping to visit your new beautiful poetic islands soon, I remain
Sincerely yours,
Michael
Михаил Топориков 05.12.2006 14:51 Заявить о нарушении