The Dutch Uncle: Excerpt #5 Reworked

The following text is an excerpt from my National Novel Writing Month (nanowrimo) effort. Excerpts appear in no particular order. The Dutch Uncle tells the story of Crijn, his sister Mariëlle, an Australian man named Jasper and his daughter Harriet (Harry). It is the story of lost loves, forgotten chances and the problems people create for themselves... Continue Reading →

Life

Everything without, taste without, eyes without, mouth without. First comes oblivion, then mere and childlessness. Second is history. Eventful, strange, this ends that. Last comes all of what is seen in just a scene at last where we confess.   Life's first scene, at first it does sound in whistles and pipes, In treble and then... Continue Reading →

I know the night

I know you, you devilish dark and alluring night You’ve taken me on quests and lead me astray Only to have me taunted and ridiculed And punished by the obscene and audacious day.   I know you. You have sat me in the city light You have passed me through the lonely lanes To venues... Continue Reading →

The House

Thought that I would fail to find A house from where I'd strayed, Then searching on a late night hunch I wandered out and prayed. I set out to search the world in time And once entrenched in the trail, Realised the search I'd entered in Had been with windless sail. I did realise though,... Continue Reading →

Gorter Road

The quiet road lay out before me, and all around The moonlit land drank the darkness like a thirsty child. The ancient trees reached up from the blackening ground And the quiet road lay silent, seeking mercy and mild. Off in the distance, the sun glowed hot and then On the horizon, it's yellow light... Continue Reading →

Verzen’s Daughter

You are open, white, willing, The waiting, flashing, light-emitting Quiet, your hands move sweetly and soft And your hips move so befitting.   Your neck and shoulders like the overflowing cup And I would drink with full intemperance While feeding on your eyes of fire filled hazel My soul locked, hypnotised in the hemp trance... Continue Reading →

Flinders

Flinders sees me come and go, sees me sail my way to the home Of Messrs Young and Jackson, sees me pass by as I go, Sees the passing tide of humanity, a hulk of burdened souls, Sees them move toward the corner and pass the Yarra's flow. Sees them circumnavigate the city without sextant... Continue Reading →

The Mindil Lovers

There they walked and talked with the tide of people flowing And in the late evening heat, the heart with it's beat, sand on their feet They watched over the water the evening growing.   With hers in his hand, on Larrakia sand the evening set in its course And with him in her eyes,... Continue Reading →

The holder of the horse

Washington Gas Light Company lights the night, but not your course, Behind the verandas and the board-walks where you stand and hold the horse. Your night sits in the after-glow, a half-light of the night and 511 10th Street, The tail shakes, the ears twitch and she shifts in her weight on her feet. You... Continue Reading →

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