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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Sunday, July 25, 2010

Overland Track


Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ My angel
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One Single Impression #126 ~ Angel
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As he trudged through the cold swirls of morning mist, (barely seeing trees and rocks), to pass the time, he found himself thinking about angels.
Traditionally, angels had wings and always wore a halo, like a kind of suspended golden crown.
He was pretty sure that the angel of death had wings too.
But he could not remember if anything was suspended above this angel's head...

Why was he thinking this way? Perhaps too much map reading before this bushwalking trip.
He remembered laughing at the names...
Walls of Jerusalem
Mt Achilles
Mt Pelion
Mt Ossa
and he saw other names...
Jupiters Moon
Promised Land
Eden River
Paradise
Like a religious, sacred window on older, maybe utopian worlds.

And yet Tasmania's Overland Track sounded just so "outback Australian"!
Some outback! Where even in summer, he had been warned that there could be snow falls and icy winds!
Right now, in December, just before Christmas, he was tasting thick icy mist and his companion should be just ahead of him...should be!

The trek was meant to be a bonding experience...bonding with Nature...bonding with his companion. (He had never asked her to be his wife.
Strangely, he couldn't recall too many times that he even referred to her as a friend.)

Their lives together had wavered in recent years. She was a university lecturer and he was just a furniture removalist. Everyone called them the odd couple. Once he thought that he loved her for encouraging him to return to studies. He admitted to frittering away school days and really wanted to mend wasted time in his life. But her encouragement had insidiously transformed into nagging. His good intentions were slipping and he was beginning to see her as one of his former teachers - pushing deadlines and rules. He couldn't work under those tight conditions.

And now, here they were, trying to find common ground with Nature...
But she was a little closer to the ground than he was...

He looked up, wondering if something was suspended there...
shrugged...
smiled...
and suddenly felt he had wings to fly
deliriously
free...

Time to mend wasted time...
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7 comments:

gautami tripathy said...

This is something different from you and I liked it!

angular angels

Also don't to get aboard the Poetry Train on Monday mornings!

Cynthia said...

interesting potrait of a marriage,
with nature as an analogy,
backdrop.

Harshad Mehta said...

Different from expected.

Excellent take on the prompt.

Ramesh Sood said...

Some thing very unique and different to read.. couldn't really make out what was coming and that made it a lot more interesting..

SandyCarlson said...

Interesting portrait of marriage, indeed. Finding those wings can be painful, lonely work--but it can be done. So well said.

Amity said...

I felt I was in outback Australia...and then I felt I have also flown in your words...and I also felt the feud on your lines bet two people.

beautiful take Gemma...:)

Tumblewords: said...

Great story!

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