AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes

AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes
I love a sunburnt country / A land of sweeping plains / Of ragged mountain ranges / Of droughts and flooding rains / I love her far horizons / I love her jewel-sea / Her beauty and her terror / The wide brown land for me / ~ Dorothea Mackellar (1885-1968)

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Thursday, January 10, 2008

We are going to bake today - 41 degrees

This is a shot of a windsurfer at Balnarring Beach on my beloved Mornington Peninsula. If I think cool thoughts, I should be cool today. It is just past 7am. You would think over the school holidays I would be sleeping in, especially after hitting the pillow last night after midnight. But I am enjoying the precious luxury of choice - and the ability to write at will. And there's heaps of will right now. The words are tumbling out - mainly poetry, but a couple of articles on HubPages. I am also doing an experiment - collecting words, phrases, topics I could use for poetry - just to broaden my dimensions a litte.

Outside my window right now, there is the mystery of thick, white mist. Quite often, summer mists here on my mountain are a warning of breathless heat to come. Sunlight is glowing somewhere, because the mist seems to be pulsing with some inner light. That is often a feature of summer mists. Orange blooms of tall lilies offer extra tiers of light; almost like blessings of colour.

I am still lingering in the music I found last night. Two very young guitarists - one in Melbourne and one in Italy have a talent that can only be described as mesmerising. The Melbourne youth is Kieran Murphy and the Italian one is Andrea Valeri. Both feature in a number of video clips on YouTube. Check out Kieran's "The Chase" and Andrea's "Rails", then following the links to more gorgeous music.

The mist is melting and the sun is marching through the last stray pockets of white. It is quite clear who is the "boss light" right now.

Long shadows peel back from the fall of bottlebrush

Eucalypt dreams reach high beyond the window frames

Isolated showers on far north coasts seem like a cruel temptation

Or are they a promise that drought and fire

Always break

Eventually

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