A shiver passed along the ridgeline,
\nBeside hope and possibility.
\nAll that was longed for in fortitude \u2013
\nA semblance of a dream returned.
\nThe salted canyon wall
\nA statement solely for the aide of crumbled stone.
\nAn unruly quest surrendering
\nAs a new set brought to occasion. \u2013
\nAnd the sense of chill remained
\nEchoing its promise ill-worn depravity.
\nAn unknown yet luminescent exposure
\nBold in its design.
\nPassing into passage.<\/p>\n
A scream!
\nSome unfortunate critter,
\nFalling under the weight of that trancing thing,
\nSerpentine to its core.
\nA solemn concealment discarded in gloom,
\nA vision foreign to a sense of finery \u2013
\nBut secrets know their choices best,
\nRemaining resilient within passageways,
\nDeep caverns and other stolen things.
\nAnd twisted cries of panic \u2013
\nInside the dusk. Inside of ebony
\nAnd in its pestilence
\nThe Reaper, blas\u00e9,
\nCrossed the threshold inviting its ruin.<\/p>\n
For me a source of want and anti-delight,
\nWhere every foot-fall mirrors the soul with keen
\nThe lonely places of this world have been<\/p>\n
Reminiscence, and each axle brings in sight
\nA landscape marred, known yet not, and burden\u2019s proof
\nIs free to roam where vale and wood do not<\/p>\n
Invite me on. But this lie was \u2013 otherwise: a path
\nBeyond and off the road and hard to find unfit,
\nYou knew, conjoined as twin and yet apart, and half<\/p>\n
Masked by Cherry Bloom, Red Wattle and Palms draped; hedged in
\nThe over-arching boughs remind all of bearded grey
\nContending moss and weeping vine, heavy in wilderness<\/p>\n
Encase it round, and lure valid fact and the eye away
\nThrough an eerie passage where the brooding light
\nIs dense within its black decay and rottenness.<\/p>\n
It still emanates and from that shady lair
\nLike breath prevailed parried such malign intent,
\nAnd something stirred: beneath the darkness there.<\/p>\n
This passing holds living forces that begrudge
\nDisturbance: bush has old memories,
\nAnd anger, rooted deep, it grows thick<\/p>\n
Recalls affronted sin and the death of deceit.<\/p>\n
I remember \u2026
\nThe steel blade
\nRed
\nCoated
\nCovered in memory
\nStalled
\nStationed within air
\nFrozen<\/p>\n
I screamed: no-one came.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Her memory stems
\nAnd throughout these
\nYears, a continuing discord:<\/p>\n
These memories mark \u2013 leaving scars
\nImpressed upon the confines of
\nAll thought and the mere
\nThought of unconscious reasoning to
\nMind. Years: still I remember.<\/p>\n
And she preached all in the name
\nOf her gleeful spite, the black of
\nAll her forlorn hope and all this
\nEnterprise to liven in mass joyful sexuality;
\nThe danger. But only daughter to pass
\nAnd to father the sickness nothing to
\nTheir game of lineage, a pre-conceived sacrifice<\/p>\n
Her sadistic mind cruel and unburdened of all that
\nFashions conscious to a population of will and it\u2019s
\nExtremes, mother\u2019s face and her heresy to my throat
\nSome hierarchy and then her tongue to taste desire
\nAs this nausea hit its mark and each all
\nTook to their turn screaming this obscene act to
\nSome wayward defiance as callous marks and scars colour
\nSkin only to fail conflict with reason denied, yet
\nAgain mother assigns that lust her lover to her child.<\/p>\n
Burnt ashes to the ground
\nIn the long grasses of the night
\nIt is a passing remnant
\nAgainst a towered stone wall
\nAs shades frown down open to expose
\nIn the silent pretences of the night
\nAgainst my form under my touch
\nIt felt as though sand-paper finish
\nA raw interior a barren plough
\nA coarse abrasion facing a shore-line
\nA salty mist spraying an angry vice
\nA smoke passage blown direct
\nSerenading through surrender direct
\nThrough trees buried straight than grown tall
\nI crumble stalled to the Sea
\nAm I all that I say I am?
\nAm I still, do I remain
\nDo I remain a Woman?
\nCan I pretend? Or can I forget?
\nThere\u2019s still soul buried within me
\nIt\u2019s always standing there \u2026<\/p>\n
A pier folded in the cataclysm of night, a weary soul
\nDrenched within life\u2019s battles. The vastness of the sky and
\nThe architecture: not of finely arched concrete, panels of
\nTimber pine positioned as so; nor of coloured spot-
\nLights, the homes of sky-scrapers shimmering the
\nDiscolouration of the Sea. The fa\u00e7ade. Countenance
\nOf a mirrored glaze. The slender shapes of stationed
\nBoats, their rigging, complicated, shadows dancing within
\nThe surge of moonlight shards and a semblance of
\nTaste fit to amuse the eyes, serve to sustain within
\nThe soul a prism marvellous.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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