My second island

Translating sea-things to my earth-tuned ears…
 - 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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"If I were obliged to spend the rest of my life out of England, I sometimes think I should like to live on the magic isle of Delos in the Aegean. But this is an idle thought, for no one except the guardian of the ruins is allowed to live there. My second choice would be Cyprus." (H.V.Morton, "In the Steps of St. Paul", p. 110

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
Your question is clear, but the answer still eludes me. Although I have seen many islands, few have marked me indelibly. In the meantime the poem, Delos, while not an answer to your question, is a response to your quotation.

Thank you for your interest.

Jena Woodhouse   02.12.2006 11:56   Заявить о нарушении
Thank you for "Delos", it's really nice.

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
The islomania continues, so I think there will be more poems about islands.

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
Thank you so much, Jena!
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
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