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)


Monday, June 25, 2012

The Wind Singer

Sounds like some legendary jewel
But the gem 
The walled city 
Has lost the sparkle of the wind singer
The strangers' tall tower of
Wooden beams and metal pipes
Has lost the voice of
The soul

Young twins
Bowman and Kestrel
With a little whimsical help from Mumpo and
The bonding of a wish huddle
Search for the lost song 

From the stench of the Underlake
And the enigmatic delicacy of mudnuts 
To the windy plains of sand
To a crumbling parapet high above a gorge

From the cursed touch of the old children to
A lonely emperor's passion for chocolate buttons

Riding wolves or
Sailing in the claws of eagles

Space, time and beings are not always what they should be
Or could be

Not till the old queen's silver hair clasp
Unlocks the voice

Not till the killing golden Zars 
Not till the winds that bring the wind singer to life
Blow the dust
From their bones

And Grey District
Orange District
Maroon District
Dare to mingle
Their colours

The Wind Singer (Wind on Fire, #1)The Wind Singer by William Nicholson
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

An extraordinary fantasy that hints of breaths from old legends and becomes a chameleon of reality and dream! And if you feel the spirit deep down, you will feel the smudges of our society lurking.
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Sherry Blue Sky said...

Gemma, this is a spectacular poem. I so love the title......."blow the dust from their bones".....and, especially, the mingling of the colours. WOW!

Karishma Shetty said...

So picturesque with all those different elements amalgamating in search of that lost song.

Abin Chakraborty said...

this was magical fairy tale stuff.loved it.

kaykuala said...

This is interesting, Gemma! We're led by the hand on a journey of beauty, dream and colors! Nice take!


Jinksy said...

Eureka! Here you are! LOL

Kerry O'Connor said...

I was reading your words before the picture loaded and I thought: This sounds like a sumptuous fantasy story, which it is seemingly based on. Your words have done the book credit.

Kitchen worktops guy said...

I love your mix of the ancient and the modern here.

Susan said...

Wow, what a trip! Thank you!
Is it a poetic short cut through the novel? or the way imagination responds to writers who create seamless worlds as if born of whole cloth instead of written? Or . . . ? No matter, your very last line sums beautifully the action even in our own world:
"Dare to mingle
Their colours"

rosemary mint said...

This is awesome!!! Some very creative and ear-pleasing magic in these lines:

"And the enigmatic delicacy of mudnuts"

"A lonely emperor's passion for chocolate buttons"

"And Grey District
Orange District
Maroon District
Dare to mingle
Their colours"

Laura said...

Oh Gemma I love this romp through an alternate world...these lines are so beautiful and mysterious "The strangers' tall tower of
Wooden beams and metal pipes
Has lost the voice of
The soul"

Kerry O'Connor said...

Gemma, I am always looking for poet-photographers to feature on Real Toads. If you would be interested in sharing a few images for poetic inspiration, please contact me.



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