New Holland Crane : 無料・フリー素材/写真
New Holland Crane / Giles Watson's poetry and prose
| ライセンス | クリエイティブ・コモンズ 表示-継承 2.1 |
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| 説明 | New Holland CraneThe trail seemed to take a turnbetween termite mounds,where gumtrees loomed, raggedas ghosts, and mopoke soundswere pale enchantments. Andwhere the dried up river crossedmy trail, I knelt and prayed formercy, certain I was lost,then staggered into sunrise.Hours passed. Out of the hazeflew red-headed cranesas trees swam, and a white dazesent me tumbling. I lay still,watched long grey birds alight,form rows, pick stalks, bow headsleap backwards, as my sightswirled into dimness. Now I wake,my head supported as cupped handsslake my thirst – or perhaps I dream,for in that mirage a tall man standsfacing a woman, arms held like wings,stalking, pausing, stamping, leaping back.My sight swims, the hand cradles,water runs. Sense plummets into black.Poem by Giles Watson, 2014. Picture: Arcana. Brolgas have a ritual mating dance, sometimes performed in long lines of pairs, which is imitated by some aboriginal tribes. |
| 撮影日 | 2014-07-10 02:38:20 |
| 撮影者 | Giles Watson's poetry and prose , Oxfordshire, England |
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