posted on February 24, 2007 at 3:49 am

warm storm
the bush the sea
fat raindrops
river of singing fish
no diving or fishing from bridge
steven john wake up
but mum….
im confused
dad says
were here slim
mum says
steven you slept all the way
oh the lagoon! look its the lagoon…
yes son
whens tea?
when uncle den arrives steven
go and have a walk on the beach son….
its getting dark
im a little scared
is this werri beach
is this wonoona beach
is this sussex inlet
is this ten mile beach
or is it neilsens park beach
or is it broulee the village by the sea
yes it is
it seems like night has fallen down rapidly
im standing outside my dads old place
it hasnt changed
the sandy almost treeless garden
a slightly mournful feel
but maybe thats cause…
cause what steven ?
cause i dont know…
cause my boy-mind cant comprehend
what went n happened to you
i stand outside this house
where this very sad thing happened
and i didnt expect to meet you here
we are interupted by a dark skinned blonde haired girl
who pops her head out the door
and the moths glitter in the air round the lamps
and the girl says hi im aurora
oh what a lovely name steven
yes mum its the roman goddess of the dawn
shes a golden girl son
yes mum can i go and talk to her
no son
youve got to come in now
but mum this is the house where dad…..
hey mum does that girl have an american accent?
yes i think so son….look five more minutes then come in
oh aurora do you live there now in that house….?
no …i …i..just stay here sometimes
hey aurora
yes dad
no dont call me that
my name is…
yeah i know
its steven
of course it is dad
steven steven!
oh is that your mom or i guess you say mum
yes she doesnt like me playing when its dark
are you afraid of ghosts? aurora asks
no i…..umm yes i am
ghosts of past and ghosts of future
a sickening collision
why do you think i am called the time being?
the trees genuflect in the wind
the ocean crashes on the soft white sand
the mist…oh its so perfect
a lovely ending

19 Responses to “idyll”

  1. avatar
    Daberhasher | 24 February 2007 at 4:24 am #

    or maybe avalon…

    thanks and love…

    aloha,
    ee

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    Anonymous | 24 February 2007 at 6:43 am #

    catch some waves!

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    eek | 24 February 2007 at 9:16 am #

    This was lovely, but it made me very sad.

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    verdelay | 24 February 2007 at 9:55 am #

    Yes, yes.

    That’s it.
    That’s it, right there.

    Perfect.

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    namaste | 24 February 2007 at 10:06 am #

    oh, I hope your ghosts are being kind to you…and helpful. the inevitablitiy is shocking and melancholic sometimes…but god has a plan.
    I like walking around the island, down there – it’s hauntingly beautiful, especially on overcast, windswept days.
    at least you’re away from the aura of jcoward and “dick” chainy doing lunch and hijacking the city …and my beliefs!!! f^%$ing wankers…

    got my ticket for march 5 @ the basement, looking foward.

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    Anonymous | 24 February 2007 at 11:43 am #

    Thanks for the lovely story

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    persephone2u | 24 February 2007 at 12:12 pm #

    Beautiful ghosts on a beautiful vacation. Aurora is a lovely name, very evocative, and can’t forget to mention Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s Aurora Leigh.

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    mime | 24 February 2007 at 12:57 pm #

    oh… the beauty of your words

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    nickfiction | 24 February 2007 at 2:04 pm #

    i like it

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    Noel | 24 February 2007 at 3:50 pm #

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    davem | 24 February 2007 at 4:01 pm #

    Lovely words Steve – thanks. Your writing is always so evocative.
    Not all sadness is bad. Sometimes there can be warmth and comfort in the melancholy.
    It’s wet and chilly in blighty. Enjoy the break you’ll be in Brighton before you can say “Kiss Me quick”.
    Love you more,

    Dave M
    xx

  12. avatar
    veleska1970 | 24 February 2007 at 4:01 pm #

    🙂

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    Melquiades | 24 February 2007 at 5:06 pm #

    mmmmmm…loved it.

  14. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 24 February 2007 at 7:04 pm #

    me am traveling by thought…
    mjnjr

  15. avatar
    Tim | 24 February 2007 at 8:01 pm #

    And the Oscar for Cinematography in a short story goes to….

    That was nice…

    Tim

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    fantasticandy | 25 February 2007 at 8:27 am #

    sometimes words fail me.

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    JJ | 25 February 2007 at 2:42 pm #

    You can sleep on the way….dream in black and white. I don’t know, SK, sometimes places are indelibly imprinted with the sadness of time and place, and what happened there….when you return, so does the scene, the feelings, powerful memories, almost real again. Through the eyes of a child – these things are never forgotten. I remember it all.

    Beautiful imagery…..”trees genuflecting in the wind,” perfect. Hope you are renewing in reflection. Thank you for the satellite beacon from the secret location.

  18. avatar
    Celticat | 25 February 2007 at 11:44 pm #

    Thank you Steve

    Love

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    Anonymous | 27 February 2007 at 4:21 am #

    What a beautiful and poignant piece Steve.

    I lost my Dad when I was 13 and sometimes dream of him vividly. I was told these particular dreams are him actually paying me a visit, and I like to believe that. Once I dreamt that I was wandering through a thick forest and eventually came upon an enormous and ancient tree which had a door fixed into its massive trunk. I went inside and my Dad was sitting there behind a desk surrounded by piles of books. I said “I’ve been looking everywhere for you Dad!” and he said, “Why? I’ve been here all the time.” Kate


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