Carrauntoohil Dreaming
"Monologue and soundscape."
Monaro droughted me. Brown, sharp, rubbed down acute angles. Frost dazzled, frosted kills. Edge worn granite, iconic valley.
Ancient wildness, glacier free, Eons eroded, plough ripped soil Soil quicksilvered to the sea. Sheeped pastures trodden down.
Terrestrial dragons and psychic daemons Touching and calling Dreamings and knowledge Triquetra and books.
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Blackberry songlines weave the paddocks. Vixen wanders across the just cut silage. In the rear, at the cottage of the dairy, the older man cuts his firewood. His older brother feeds apple halves to calves and heifers.
I walk the songlines, feeding on them. The softness of soil enveloping my boots. Touching, caressing through the rubber. The softness, the verdant lush.
Language rolls, understanding flows. A deep stirring awakens. The soil caresses, the soil cleanses, Light showers, not real rain, locals distraught, “bloody rain”.
50 miles from the Avenue of the O’Connors Kingdom blood lines, Kingdom fled Kingdom return.
And Carrauntoohil sits Misted over Shining free Fulcrum of the ring.
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Ripped untimely from that soil of my maternal line. “I want to go home.” Okay... Paddock walking, blackberry eating, raw milk drinking.
Soil softness grows Soles caressed Eyes moistened Heart opened
Facetimed children: coming back. Sister enquiries: You ok? I will be but Carrauntoohil sits, fulcrum of my life
Aerodromes traversed Passport stamped Sleep disrupted Antipodean landing.
Rest, travel, rest, write, Sleep, sleep each night disturbed Fulcrum of my dreams Carrauntoohil
Dream after dream Carrauntoohil dreaming Calling At each step to Van Diemen's Land
Carrauntoohil calls. Calls quietly, Insistent Sleep disturbed.
Carrauntoohil acknowledged Dreams still dreamed Sleep more restful Gut turned, visceral, ancient,
Calling, quietly calling, From the heart of the Ring, A part of me stayed The part my maternal line left
Soaked in melancholy I mourn for a home part lived A home half grasped