Australian Outback


The continent as crucible,
in raw and tattered form,
from scattered edge of ocean;
the outback vast is  born.
The mist of time does mirror,
this curved and skirted land,
where songline chimes eternal;
draws magic from life’s hand.
In soil, straw and rock it breathes,
of red-dust timeless truth,
where scale of man is minimal;
and ancient gods still rule.

raw, chimes, scattered,edge, mist, mirror, tattered, skirted, straw, curved, vast, scale

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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4 Responses to Australian Outback

  1. Veronica Roth says:

    Hi Ros. I’ve never been to Australia but it feel to me exactly like your poem. You’ve done a brilliant job using these words and painting a picture in my head. 🙂

  2. It always seems impossible to me to put these words together but you manage beautifully, A-mazing!

  3. rosross says:

    Thanks Carol. I am sure there is a soul connection with one’s own land but I have been in the desert in India and in many parts of Africa and I love it all. But the Australian outback, and it is not necessarily desert, but uninhabited and immense, is just quite unique. I wonder if it is the fact that it is some of the oldest land on earth – it has a silence and grace to it and you really feel that you can feel the land breathe and sense its consciousness. Perhaps it is only in such isolated and vast places that we can ‘hear’ the earth more easily; feel her pulse. And perhaps on such an old continent where mountains have been rubbed soft and low, there is more peace and acceptance.

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