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"Barefoot in the Bushfires of the Vanities"



Heat rises slowly to rapture flames licking and teasing
Blue Ghostgums to stretch and crack wide open
as Fire spreads molten sweet sap bleeding burgundy all over 
amber gold wild bush honey running freely down the rough wood 
of tall sombre trees swooning over Black Boys hiding striped bush hornets
in their ebony nests stinging their songs in the blown back breeze
Bees split the lips of virgin bush and kiss ripe red the softness all over 
of bristling Bottlebrushes while wrestling their velvet needles 
Kangaroo Paws touch Bird of Paradise and Golden Trumpets entwined with 
Devil’s Ivy wrap their legs and arms around an orgy of Embers 
while the wild pale primrose wanton half-woman half-child races towards Home running barefoot like a future Boyd’s Europa chased by Ochre Crested Cockatoos towards the smokiness of a fire come all cunning Opium inhaled scorched Eucalyptus 
Redhead matches struck, then thrown nonchalantly and lit she’s at once touched and grounded
emitting flying Smoke signals she somersaults her unfurling life like a resplendent rare orchid opening her petals towards his eyes behind dark iris they are ravishing caverns of glow worms 
and she turns towards the back burn of his powerful command dipping brush in blue to paint
her eyes through glass a scene Joy could photograph condensation dripping down the glass window frames She sees herself like a stranger
cold and hot humming and then naked seen glistening 
in reflection of the frame like Narcissus pondering her fate 
They had breakfast of each other swimming naked in Broken Creek’s water then after seeking shelter without warning
down it pours they escape hand in hand barefoot over the summer ground steaming fecund and pungent 
with desire and a new freedom found he leads she follows later tides will turn each caught up in the other 
Rain now hits her naked limbs seen fractious in the pounding electric thunderstorm 
broken by the brook then sweat laden where he kisses her in the neck’s nook, she smells of freshly burnt grass no longer green, singed her scent rises pure golden wattle and pine cones, 
she tastes sweet like burnt sugar cane and her tongue entwined heady with billy can black tea and whiskey
now she is drawn and painted naked and raw open to the world for all to see her vanities
shine through the door to another softer world with canvas reclined wantonly on 
wrinkled leather of a chaise lounge turpentine brush strokes over bare feet and breast 
oil of titian mixed with brunette locks the length of which reach her pulsing navel
mound of Venus, he’s hard like a rock genuflecting to dirt music from a gramophone, 
worshipping Sunday’s sex, slender fingers and toes like the whispering Reeds in a river the tide’s rising
as the supine fires linger and caress outside her silhouette the blushing pinks of sun setting in the west and the blue purple shade of curvaceous mountains rise like the beating of heart in her chest
Barefoot in the Bushfires of the Vanities like a painting possessed age of consent
meets the artist in another dimension, there is magic pudding and Tucker to digest
the artist to conquer and divest, she whisper’s in her moment, come here to me my lusty
Faulconbridge and caught in her pent up reverie she forgets the angry penguins
Boyd, Nolan and Percival, Hester she was in another time, swallowed by lymphoma’s morphine she’s transformed transported to haunt another gentle revolutionary she’s never really known her life, now she exists out of Real time, unfolds a divinely guided understanding he shows her the painting of who she truly is her art and her time tell a story, morphing colours the why for and the reasons artists and poets rhyme, 
she now sees for once It’s all connected and life turns on a dime

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)




At Last - Etta James
https://youtu.be/DtR0HLpH-pw










The Heide Circle:

1. Arthur Boyd
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_Boyd 

2. Sydney Nolan
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sidney_Nolan 

3. John Perceval
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Perceval 

4. Joy Hester 
(1) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joy_Hester 
(2) Biography: Joy Hester
http://adb.anu.edu.au/biography/hester-joy-st-clair-10493
(3) Joy St Clair Hester (21 August 1920 – 4 December 1960) was an Australian artist. She also wrote poetry and used her drawings to illustrate her words.

5. Albert Tucker
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_Tucker_(artist) 

6. Sunday and John Reed 
(1)https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sunday_Reed 
(2) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Reed_(art_patron)
(3) Biography: Sunday Reed (John Reed)
http://adb.anu.edu.au/biography/reed-lelda-sunday-14395



7. The Heide Circle
(1)
https://www.smh.com.au/entertainment/art-and-design/what-really-happened-at-heide-book-reveals-tangled-lives-of-famous-art-circle-20150911-gjk4mi.html 
(2)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heide_Circle 


8. Sweeney Reed: The Forgotten Son
(1)
https://www.theage.com.au/entertainment/art-and-design/image-of-an-artist-as-a-doomed-man-20020318-gdu257.html


Faulconbridge, Blue Mountains, NSW
9. Norman Lindsay
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norman_Lindsay 


10. Redhead Matches
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Redheads_(matches)




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Date: 7/11/2019 4:48:00 PM
Breathtaking and heart stopping all at the same time. You can pick any tale or fable and make it so much more than it originally was. I can see why this is your favorite. I can only imagine the amount of energy you spent to put this down. I do envy the way you write Leanne. This is an amazing piece that you should be proud of. No fluff just praise for an outstanding piece that I read three times just to soak it all in.
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/11/2019 6:06:00 PM
Danke schön Swartzmeister. It takes a large investment in lunacy to write a half decent ode. I am certain I dwell in very good company within the ruffled and loose flying feathered pages of this esteemed club. Welcome back. Can't wait for the next dark venture to be posted post-haste on your schwarz page. x
Date: 7/9/2019 12:07:00 PM
The morphing of a muse into shadows that please. The biblical death of Samson, the immense power of Hercules. Seeping of Dawn's seeds into silent wasted abyss. Ah, rare-gifted majesty of thought, that gave birth to this..... Sets a deep mystery, this poet begs be told. Of life, love, heartache, and sorrows, oft borne by the bold....
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/9/2019 7:01:00 PM
Danke Mr. Poet Extraordinaire. Comments below on what the poem is really all about. x
Date: 7/8/2019 8:10:00 AM
So many images, like a film set on high speed. Awesome paintings you chose for this. Let's hope our lovers love for eternity
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Son of Spock
Date: 7/9/2019 9:02:00 PM
You're right, it is amazing
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/9/2019 6:57:00 PM
You were hungry for a conversation, I delivered. In fact, hilariously, I think there should be an award for COD...Comments of the Day. The poem is a winner in my eyes - that's all that really counts and I loved writing it. It's about the tangled web Art and Lovers weave and the losses they face. Joy St Claire Hester passed away from Lymphoma cancer, she lost Albert Tucker, she lost her son, to another woman, who was entirely manipulative. The son grew up not knowing who the 'f' he was and committed suicide. The poem is told through the perspective of Joy in morphine drug induced state meeting Lindsay from another era and how he shows her through his painting her life and how she realises in the end life can turn on a dime. All the artists I refer to here were genius and the art and stories they produced fascinating.
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Son of Spock
Date: 7/9/2019 11:17:00 AM
:)
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/9/2019 10:11:00 AM
...as an addendum, the poem or short story should stand on it's own merit without the author's notes. This one, I am quite chuffed with, but then that's me, I'm biased, it's probably too much for just average. ;) ....and so not worthy for accolade Poem of the Day. I didn't come here to make friends, I came here to 'write'/create, to deliver my stories to my daughter and whoever gets anything out of them and what they get out of them, if at all, would fall into numerous categories. The friends I have made here, including yourself, are a pleasant added bonus.
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/9/2019 9:55:00 AM
The true Writers/Creatives who are interested will take the time. All good. That being said, you are probably aware it is not only Poetry Soup members who are readers here. We also have family, friends, external mainstream and independent publishers (local and international) who are readers who do invest their time to read what is PS written, not only for myself but other PS writers. I wrote this story for the 'true creatives' on this site, Australian or otherwise. This is about a very interesting, talented, internationally recognised group of Australian artists, The Heide Circle - in particular Joy St Claire Hester, Albert Tucker, Sunday Reed and Joy's son Sweeney....of course there are also The Angry Penguins....and Norman Lindsay. All produced extraordinary, bold, exquisite art, they were also poets, writers and amongst Norman Lindsay's portfolio, comic artist; all had rich,complex interwoven lives in shades both light & dark.x
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Son of Spock
Date: 7/9/2019 7:41:00 AM
I wish I had the time to do the research required to fully decipher your deep writes but alas, I am a busy working man with limited time for poetry soup. But you're right, most are skimming through sub-rate poems simply to schmooze with "lovely poem" comments in the hopes of getting same in return. It is what it is. In all fairness to me I've been one of your biggest fans from day one. Keep up the good work Leanne, though realize in advance your exhaustive reference citing is likely to continue going unchecked, with apologies on behalf of us all
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/8/2019 8:43:00 AM
hmmm, well Morning/Spock - life ain't a film set, but there's material there that needs to be put under the fine sharp jabbing needle of a Singer sewing machine and stitched...tight. I abhor 'loose' stories with 'wishy-washy' plots. Well, I was going to say, "you know it just amazes me, you 'writers' here never delve deeper than the author's notes". I guess it's all just surface skating across a frozen pond for clapping hands that echo equal sentiment. (I just know Dot-what-fresh-hell-is-this would be proud of me. Smiles tightly). x
Date: 7/8/2019 7:35:00 AM
"Kangaroo Paws touch Bird of Paradise and Golden Trumpets entwined with Devil’s Ivy wrap their legs and arms around an orgy of Embers" Love this one too..."It’s all connected and life turns on a dime"
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Date: 7/8/2019 7:45:00 AM
Monsieur A.M. one of a rare breed of fine artistes, here, and in my life, seeking the truth, as pure artists do, do they not? All will come good. "Believe". Life does turn on a dime and in that, there is the art of surviving, no time to be wasted and painting words to bleed colour on page for other spirits of grace to acknowledge and pursue, is not only kind and graceful, it is paramount; this is not a race, this is not a competition for any of us here, of like mind; this is a collaboration. Regards, The Recalcitrant Australian. x
Date: 7/8/2019 7:23:00 AM
Today's discussion across the ocean, between two close and very good friends: Question. No. 1 - How far is loneliness from insanity? I'm asking for myself not about you.
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James Swartz
Date: 7/11/2019 4:44:00 PM
That is a very good question that i don't think hadls been answered yet.
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/8/2019 9:01:00 AM
Response. No. 2 - Life is inside out at present, but going outside in, is the beginning of pure truth.
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/8/2019 8:58:00 AM
n.b. Spock Morning, rustling under dry leaves below . Revert to my initial response to you above. p.s. "sounds like you've been there mate". well done for surviving so well...it's inspirational to those well-read writing readers. ;) but we digress from the story of the 'art' of the poetic revelry, presented in context in poem above. It is just a story, albeit with all 'true' artists in mind (writers, poets, painters, creative artists). Couldn't you think of something more original?...Queen? Yes, that I am. x And I do love the history behind the Heide Circle. Regards Oz.
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Son of Spock
Date: 7/8/2019 8:08:00 AM
I have a saying I've incorporated into a few of my poems, ie, that loneliness is death on two legs (partially stolen from a Queen song, with apologies). I hope with all my heart that such is not your lot.
Date: 7/8/2019 7:06:00 AM
Brian Eno - Thursday Afternoon
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/8/2019 7:06:00 AM
https://youtu.be/ggLTPyRXUKc
Date: 7/8/2019 7:04:00 AM
Thursday Afternoon, Brian Eno - Art/ avant-garde.
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Date: 7/8/2019 7:05:00 AM
https://youtu.be/Y5c6AMLvhJs
Date: 7/8/2019 7:03:00 AM
Brian Eno, artist, message.
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Date: 7/8/2019 7:04:00 AM
https://youtu.be/d-53tzx69fM