Barking Up the Wrong Tree
“Barking Up the Wrong Tree”
ghost gums
shed their bark
the min-min
makes good use of it
papyrus, soft enough to
imprint and write
thoughts, like the
ripening welts of
green ants
small bites sting
subcutaneous and
meridional,
terra australis sings
for the kneeling
tree huggers, feel
the rough exterior
peel like sun-blistered
thin skin weeps
bit by bit silently
baptised like a witch,
now far removed
a slate clean,
reveals the smooth,
hard resilient surface underneath,
bleeding syrup in spoonfuls
rusty vermillion gone black molasses
good enough for ink;
the dogs in the distance
barking in pacts
like dingoes hunting
off track call it a duck,
magpies swooping
other heads congregate
to water their baseline marks,
to build their nests
from blood and hair,
survival of the fittest
the protective angst
of cohabitating with
other feral predators
on watch, like hiding bunyips
their minds cobwebbed hirsute
sow and split the seams,
bush turkeys gobble and
peck in order front seat,
kangaroo courts all
out of order brandish
their own malleable police -
miner birds, chortling pink galahs,
black crested cockatoos
territorial scarred,
and twittering musk lorikeets,
a Hanrahan storm is brewing
the jury’s in, those dreaming
Matilda hares expelled,
waltzing for their lives
for the road kill running,
hear the Kingfisher speak
Joker deals his
500 at the
bush dance
smiling -
the bowers all put to bed,
no-trumps, games-a-foot
at the bush dance
sliding across the floor
the sawdust feet slid
an eye-for-an-eye
Thylacine sabre-toothed
bides its time, it doesn't cry,
dark night approaching
dusk dawning indigo
violate and rubenesque
black boys rustle
pepper trees salt the
stinging eyes of diamond-scaled
shining devils, slithering out
of skin crackling slickly hiss,
the sugar cane field burns
its sweet acrid toffee stench
blue and smoky mist chasing
subtle creatures in a state
of unrest, like foxes, rats
and slithering red belly blacks
flee out of their well-dug nests,
now seen for what they are
all undressed before the storm warning
listen, hear the Kookaburra
laughing, maniacally relaxed
angels beyond salvation
silver brumbies covertly arching
sometime arrives the morning
cloudy eyed, dark horses riding
marmalade and magenta,
shotgunned
veined lightening claps
its final fair weather warning
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Slide on By” / Tex Perkins & The Dark Horses
https://youtu.be/j_YbaFvaSWk
“She Speaks A Different Language” / Tex Perkins & The Dark Horses
https://youtu.be/A1hBzIws5l0
“Please Break Me Gently” / Tex Perkins & The Dark Horses
https://youtu.be/EJDrsy27dpg
"There'll be bush-fires for sure, me man,
There will, without a doubt;
We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan,
"Before the year is out."
"...every cloud,
they say,
has a silver lining."
“Said Hanrahan”, Poem/ Australian
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Said_Hanrahan
Tex Perkins & The Dark Horses/ Australian.
Bill Henson/Photographer / Australian
(Controversies)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Henson
Sawdust, Kerosene and Candles
"We used to prepare the floors with bags filled with sawdust soaked in kerosene and then we would have great fun, of course, dragging that all round; and then there’d be the candles, we’d shave bits off the candles and that would go on top, and then we would have a bag and we’d pull each other around on a bag to make sure that the floor was slippery enough."
"The hall still has the original dance floor which has stood the test of time. It's highly polished and especially prepared before each dance. Back in the old days that was done using bags of sawdust and kerosene. A former resident recalls the local children "breaking the dance floor in, "George Ward would throw kero soaked sawdust over the floor. We'd slide up and down like mad things, then sweep up the sawdust," she wrote in a letter to Dan Ward.
"Then we'd get chaff bags, with one kid sitting on the bag while the other pulled them over the floor to soak up the excess kero." "The more dragging they did, the better polish they got on the floor." A little candle wax in the mix also added to the shine. It was like glass for the grand opening."
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