Firebrace

I remember when nobody
said those words to me
they fell from a grown height
like velvet from fresh antlers

two words three tears
and carnal voice of great hollow ship horn
echoing inside my skull
only as palatable as hakarl

there would be no
change of heart

i took a sonnet into the outback
it steamed in my freckled hands
i trailed along railroad tracks
still bent from the bush fire of my birth

the birds perched on twisted limbs
stole looks at me and cackled
they knew i was just another soul seeking to get lost
just to be found

hours later my hands steamed
the sonnet had melted away
leaving a wet path down my leg
insect laughter joined the cackling cacophony
so i plugged my ears with mud and moss
to find the dreamtime

nightmarish visions crept into my mind
through a broken cellar door
i saw you returning like a sun
hovering over me
illuminating my loathing of self and my fear of irony
for an age or more the torture warbled on
when you finally dipped below the horizon
my eyes were like oil spills

in the darkness
i saw furious metallic colours
i heard the scratching of heavy claw on bark and wood
i heard the gnashing of tooth-heavy-jaw on thin-flesh and small-bone

and then as my eyes ceased to bubble
and the once furious metallic colours faded
i heard silence more peaceful
than nobody could ever know

and there would be no change of heart

over time trees grew
into my sun-hardened flesh
the nook of my inner elbow
a perfect spot for ancient roots to intertwine with blood and bone
I became living stone
lost but not forgotten…

I am in the quiet of the Outback
I am unbegotten of the Earth
I am the eternity of the Dream.

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Francis Firebrace (see this link to learn more about Francis: http://www.vice.com/en_uk/read/francis-firebrac...) personifies the values of my poem and so I honour the clarity of his voice, the genuineness of his character and the power of his soul.
My poem is about dealing with things over time. It is about keeping love and hope within our hearts and minds during times of adversity. It is a meditation on the way we can deal with pain, the level of pain we are able to suffer from and how we can use our difficult experiences to fuel ourselves to be constructive people, to be positive people, and to be wise people. It is about being a rock of hope and love, a spiritual anchor created from pure compassion, a communal light for all souls lost in darkness.

Please help fund the team creating a documentary about Francis Firebrace’s extraordinary life: http://www.indiegogo.com/Firebrace?c=home

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Comments

  • Arcadia Tempest
    Arcadia Tempestalmost 3 years ago

    What spectacular landscape has been dreaming all the while…..
    This has heat…..a wonderful writing heat :))

  • thank you KarenSue :)

    – RVRFNX

  • mysticcatnip
    mysticcatnipalmost 3 years ago

    beautiful words as ever x

  • thank you :)

    – RVRFNX

  • msdebbie
    msdebbiealmost 3 years ago

    It’s a pretty sweet conclusion – I am the eternity of the Dream – from a reasonably unhappy place! I also like the transition from lowercase i to capitalised I. Adds to the symbolism of the writing. Well done RVR xxx

  • thanks Debbie! I’m glad you noticed that :)

    – RVRFNX

  • artsmitten
    artsmittenalmost 3 years ago

    beautiful..thanks for sharing :)xox

  • Thank you :)

    – RVRFNX

  • Abigail F.
    Abigail F.almost 3 years ago

    It’s been a while since I’ve read through your works, but you’ve most definitely improved, and I absolutely love this piece.

  • Thanks so much Abbie :)

    – RVRFNX

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