posted on April 30, 2013 at 7:02 pm
expect delays

expect delays

white heron in green water

other lives open up to me

other voices other times

sadnesses before i am born

tranquil isle autumn sun

some idiot picnic chucked all his debris

crane peering through the reeds

green glass brown glass smoother than silk now

RS EVANS 1944 scraped into purest rock

his name will be there forever under waterfall

we will all think of him as we swim

slumping to the sand dripping and cold

on afternoons that always come

 

17 Responses to “the islet”

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    hellbound heart | 30 April 2013 at 7:23 pm #

    reminds me of a waterfall i used to swim at sometimes when i was younger….jump off the edge and into the waterhole……took me a while to work up the courage to execute that first jump…..
    vertigo
    the lean over the edge
    breathing and heartbeat
    leap
    and fleeting sensation of plummeting to earth
    shock of breaking the surface, warmed by the sun but quickly cooling as you bullet into the deepness
    water, bubbles, motion and turbulance as you descend
    sunlight permeating like lemon juice
    seaweed of hair tangling around your head
    weightlesness
    and the amplified thump of your heart and trickle of water into your ears
    …and the ascent to the surface, that first delicious gulp of air….

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    Ingrid | 30 April 2013 at 7:29 pm #

    Hi SK, Absolutely delightful, I just had to read the last few days to catch up. Most enjoyable xxx

  3. avatar
    matthew | 30 April 2013 at 8:10 pm #

    Really enjoying this latest bloom of poetry!

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    Kohl Ette | 30 April 2013 at 10:55 pm #

    Albatross, rook, heron, crane,
    galah, mynah, koel, canary, swan?
    Kowloon I presume?
    The miniature headland in mosman/blamoral?
    The rocks in the cliff at bondi/bronte?
    The waterfall next door?
    The island in a centennial park lake?
    None, any of the above, all
    A southern suburb on sydney’s outskirts?
    A part of paris?
    Hampstead heath?
    The baltics, the mediterranean?
    Somewhere scandinavian?
    An hallucination?
    Watso name’s bay?
    You went swimming today?
    It’s almost may!
    A locus amoenus
    I have been there
    A dream of an emerald isle
    A sand bar in new/caledonia
    where skye meets sea
    Does it matter?
    We are there

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      Anonymous | 2 May 2013 at 11:16 pm #

      Hampstead Heath?!

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        Kohl Ette | 3 May 2013 at 5:59 pm #

        Well yes, love. Although I don’t usually like to reply to anonymi, (I’m in a particularly good mood after a day trip to Bondi Beach),I have been to Hampstead Heath for precisely one day. It was summer in England, 28 degrees to be precise. It reminded me a bit of Centennial Park, Sydney. From memory, this was about 6 years ago, there were lakes like in Centennial park. This poem just made me think of a whole lot of idyllic places, some I’ve never been to and some I have. I heard HH is upper middle class with a bit of a working class/armchair socialist touch as well. I liked the park lots. Visited a certain romantic poet’s place (outside only). Very beautiful. I have a photo of a plum tree with a plaque where he wrote poetry…yes, so Hampstead Heath almost rhymes with Keath. Peath. p.s. are you really possibly Bazza? If so, you have some interesting neighbours i hear and other aussie ex pats. You rats.

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          Anonymous | 3 May 2013 at 10:34 pm #

          Oh, ok, fair enough!
          Not Bazza, though no – whoever Bazza be!

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            Kohl Ette | 4 May 2013 at 1:26 pm #

            aka Edna

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    Ryan Murdock | 1 May 2013 at 1:29 am #

    Details like this are a beautiful touch: “RS EVANS 1944 scraped into purest rock /
    his name will be there forever under waterfall”.

    You’ve got a gift for creating atmosphere — a total picture — in such a short space. I’m right there in the scene.

  6. avatar
    andy | 1 May 2013 at 1:59 am #

    que?
    nice though.

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    bernadette keys | 1 May 2013 at 10:14 am #

    Read the first line as ‘heroin’ by mistake or was it a mistake…..

  8. avatar
    Polaris | 1 May 2013 at 7:13 pm #

    Thought it was!…Corto y dulce – mas por favor 🙂

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    kell | 1 May 2013 at 9:35 pm #

    Happy Samhain, Mr Kilbey!

  10. avatar
    kell | 1 May 2013 at 9:37 pm #

    Here in the south we seem to celebrate both at the same time ~ beltane & halloween. Gotta be versatile & switched on to live here…!

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      Trevor \|/ | 2 May 2013 at 7:56 pm #

      According to ‘Ye Olde Tradition’ The eight-fold calendar was astronomical rather than seasonal. Beltaine was the festival of Belinos (Baal) the bull-headed god (in one aspect). His ‘day’ occurs when the Sun is in 15 degrees Taurus, which now occurs ~5th May. So, Happy Beltaine Kell & all.

      Y Gwir yn Erbyn Y Bydd (and Blessed Be)

      Trevor \|/

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    Polaris | 2 May 2013 at 6:30 am #

    Clarification(sorry!): Short & Sweet .. Please Sir, we want…more?!?


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