Barefoot In the Bushfires of the Vanities
"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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