REDMORNING
Sunday, 27. September 2009, 08:56:35
RED MORNING
a glimmer of red blaze reflects upon the bedroom mirror
the seeping of a red morning that creeps through a wild imagination
Is this the end of the world? Is this the judgement day?
is this mankinds doing that will leave all in ruination?
is this the plague of Pharoah? Are too our hearts so stubborn?
thousands of miles away the red desert dust
sweeps across the great dividing range blanketing
over all our life leaving nothing untouched
and fear of imagination thought the earth was burning red
clogged skies as Australia woke up to the apocalypse today
Is this just scare mongering or the cosmos fighting back
or is it really judgment day and soon many will be dead as some seem to say
mud rains on the outback as red dust hits the city walls
the sun struggles to pierce the red cloaking
the Big Alice hit like a hurricane as floods rose up from the ground
and people going about their business coughing, spluttering and choking
and a mother in the suburb rescues her baby's from the dust storm
and her mind pondering the clean up when the skies are all done
the dusting and the washing of windows and cars
when the evil dust storms settle with the evening sun
linen and cushions and plants now painted red
she too now choking and drowning as the "gerni" attacks the doors
all need tending to so life can be as normal once again
and sends her slipping and flying across the mudded once white tiled floors
the cat goes wild about the house and yard
as frenzid cleaning takes place
the mopping up and rearranging
as the dust now settles upon her weired tired face
and the mother in the suburb has weathered out the storm
reminiscing of Alice reflecting from whence the red had come
it had travelled afar just to waken her up
and just to have its fun....
Maree Long
(c)Maree Long
In my youth I had travelled to the inner sanctum of the Big Red known as Alice Springs
I recall how were instructed to double bag everything in our suitcase and bag the outside case as well.
We were warned of the fine red red dust....as red as any sunset I had ever seen as red as crayon as
child would draw a scene. I remember climbing THE ROCK, Ayers Rock now known as Uluru and travelling to
the Olgas I recall white ghost gum trees reminiscent of Picnic at Hanging Rock where the imagination
transported a 16 year old school girl and forever changed her life. An adventure that "earthed" her
a travel that transported her and forever tied her to home....something that awakened every one of the sensis of sight taste and touch - you could taste the red dust, you could taste the cool springs
you could feel at one with THE ROCK....
a glimmer of red blaze reflects upon the bedroom mirror
the seeping of a red morning that creeps through a wild imagination
Is this the end of the world? Is this the judgement day?
is this mankinds doing that will leave all in ruination?
is this the plague of Pharoah? Are too our hearts so stubborn?
thousands of miles away the red desert dust
sweeps across the great dividing range blanketing
over all our life leaving nothing untouched
and fear of imagination thought the earth was burning red
clogged skies as Australia woke up to the apocalypse today
Is this just scare mongering or the cosmos fighting back
or is it really judgment day and soon many will be dead as some seem to say
mud rains on the outback as red dust hits the city walls
the sun struggles to pierce the red cloaking
the Big Alice hit like a hurricane as floods rose up from the ground
and people going about their business coughing, spluttering and choking
and a mother in the suburb rescues her baby's from the dust storm
and her mind pondering the clean up when the skies are all done
the dusting and the washing of windows and cars
when the evil dust storms settle with the evening sun
linen and cushions and plants now painted red
she too now choking and drowning as the "gerni" attacks the doors
all need tending to so life can be as normal once again
and sends her slipping and flying across the mudded once white tiled floors
the cat goes wild about the house and yard
as frenzid cleaning takes place
the mopping up and rearranging
as the dust now settles upon her weired tired face
and the mother in the suburb has weathered out the storm
reminiscing of Alice reflecting from whence the red had come
it had travelled afar just to waken her up
and just to have its fun....
Maree Long
(c)Maree Long
In my youth I had travelled to the inner sanctum of the Big Red known as Alice Springs
I recall how were instructed to double bag everything in our suitcase and bag the outside case as well.
We were warned of the fine red red dust....as red as any sunset I had ever seen as red as crayon as
child would draw a scene. I remember climbing THE ROCK, Ayers Rock now known as Uluru and travelling to
the Olgas I recall white ghost gum trees reminiscent of Picnic at Hanging Rock where the imagination
transported a 16 year old school girl and forever changed her life. An adventure that "earthed" her
a travel that transported her and forever tied her to home....something that awakened every one of the sensis of sight taste and touch - you could taste the red dust, you could taste the cool springs
you could feel at one with THE ROCK....
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