AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes

AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes
I love a sunburnt country / A land of sweeping plains / Of ragged mountain ranges / Of droughts and flooding rains / I love her far horizons / I love her jewel-sea / Her beauty and her terror / The wide brown land for me / ~ Dorothea Mackellar (1885-1968)

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Thursday, April 17, 2008

Celestial Morning Glory ~ for One Single Impression

Pic from Jeff's Weather
The Morning Glory, a spectacular propagating roll cloud which frequents the sparsely populated southern margin of the Gulf of Carpentaria, (northern Australia) is one of the world's most exotic and interesting meteorological phenomena. Morning Glories are frequently observed during the spring months near dawn over the southern Gulf area between Sweers Island and the remote community of Burketown in northern Queensland. They often appear in the form of one or more, rapidly advancing, rather formidable roll cloud formations which extend from horizon to horizon in a long arc as far as the eye can see. The cloud is usually about 3000 feet in depth with a base at about 1000 feet above the surface. On occasion, the base of the cloud may lie below 300 feet AGL and the depth may exceed 6000 feet. ~ Dropbears
~
Rolling spring clouds
White
With billows
Like long
Gloved
Fists
Throbbing
With turbulent
Secrets
~
Looming
Larger
Like a Titan

Growing ~
Slowly opening
The eye
Of a giant mind
Magnetising
Gliding
Thrillseekers
Into
A thousand kilometre
Wave
Above
Tame
Micro waves
Simpering
Sulking
Far below
On some
Thin
Pale sands
~
Surreal

Celestial
Morning glory
So much more than
Just a flower

Purpling
Earth
~


7 comments:

Anonymous said...

This is amazing. I have never heard of or seen a picture of this type of cloud formation. I like the images of gloved fists and how well it mirrors the picture.

SandyCarlson said...

You taught me something about this magical cloud. Wonderful poem!
Writing in Faith: Poems

Anonymous said...

I wasn't aware of this phenomenon..so liked the poem too..
especially the last verse
"So much more than
Just a flower
Purpling
Earth"

Gemma, I was wondering if I could interest you in a poem I wrote about a 39 year old who suffered from cancer. It isn't for any prompt .


http://la-muse07.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-in-hurry.html

storyteller said...

This is awesome indeed … and new information for me so thanks for sharing. I love the poem your created this week to accompany the image.

I published my Week 7 OSI posts yesterday (Wednesday) on each of my blogs.

Hugs and blessings,

paisley said...

let me be counted among the cloudy ignorant... i know cirrus and cumulus and that is where my education left off.. this was remarkable,, not only in the beauty of the words,, but also in the interest it inspired.....

Anonymous said...

I can't stop thinking about :

Slowly opening
The eye
Of a giant mind

It is just right. And also: the morning glory, to me, IS more than a flower. I just never found the words.

Andree said...

that link was ALL wrong!

http://meeyauw-pad.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-single-impression-glory.html

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