Down to the billabong

 

The buzz of life is in the air
Magpies sing their morning song
And a fat old shuffling wombat
Plodded down to the billabong

“Mornin’ Roo” the wombat said
“Set to be a lovely day”
But the cranky big red only grunted
And rudely hopped away

“So it is, Wombat old boy”
Said Brown Snake in the grass
“and don’t mind Red, for as we know
He is prone to be an arse”

Wombat chuckled softly
And continued to shuffle along
Chatting with Brown Snake
Heading down to the billabong

They made their way towards the bank
Of the the still, inviting pool
Passed under a great big gum tree
Through shade so very cool

“Ooroo you two. Say, what’s new?”
Came a slow voice from the tree
Wombat looked up and who’d he spy?
Koala, as high as he could be

“G’day Koala,” wombat said
With a smile for their meeting
“It comes as no surprise to see
Again you’re bloody eating”

“Yeah man” Koala slurred
Then promptly fell asleep
And Wombat thought “Bloody Hell,
Those leaves must be a treat”

On he shambled, old Wombat
A slow and leisurely crawl
When just a few paces on
He heard Black Cockies raucous call

“Wombat, you plod, move along
Before the waters all drunk dry
It never is a pleasant sight
To see a wombat cry”

“Ha Ha Galah, very funny
You’re such a flaming riot.
Do the whole bushland a favour
And just be bloody quiet”

Black Cockies laugh echoed
Through the bushland all around
While unbeknownst to Wombat
Came Emu tall and proud

Too late Emu saw him
And tried to slow her run
Long legs becoming tangled
She fell hard on to her bum

“Emu!” Wombat called out loud
“Love, are you alright?
Did you bruise yourself,
Falling from such height”?

Emu wobbled to her feet
“I’m fine, just carry on”
And feeling quite embarrassed
She fled to the billabong

Dingo slunk down the path
Echidnas quill stuck in her snout
And Wombat heard the snickering
Of Echidna near about

Old Frilled Neck ran past
Frill rustling in the wind
Coming first in a race
That only she was in

A shadow passed over Wombat
Kookaburra flying high
Laughing at the shenanigans
He spied from in the sky

Then Wombat came finally
To the banks where Wood Duck nests
He stopped near an old campfire
To take a minutes rest

He snuffed the ground for sign of man
But the human had moved on
It seemed all manner of creatures
Came down to the billabong

©Aarron Mondello
7/10/2018

Image credit: An image of A billabong by Harold Cazneaux

Sounds

Sitting in near silence

A whisper in the trees

The gentle hum of passing cars

The softer buzz of working bees

 

A distant trilling birdsong

The padding of a dogs paws

The whir of a whipper snipper

As someone mows their lawns

 

Distant shouts of children playing

At the school just down the street

The dog yawns as she comes up

To snuff and sniff my feet

 

The tin shed roof is ticking

As it heats up in the sun

The distant wail of sirens

Herald heroes at the run

 

The buzzing of a fat fly

Swooping ‘round my head

The soft scritch scratch of branches

Rubbing on the shed

 

The neighbors gate starts squealing

His red ute rumbles home

Reverse signal beeping

A high pitched warning tone

 

The far off sound of a helicopter

Rotors spinning fast

As a rattling trailer and rumbling truck

Go thundering speeding past

 

That’s all the sounds I hear

Sitting in a seat

Placed in the sun in my backyard

A sleeping cat beneath my feet

 

©Aarron Mondello

22/5/2018

The Sun-kissed Man II

Calloused hands

Hard and black

Grime and dirt caked in

Dusty jeans

A light blue singlet

Tobacco fills a rusty tin

 

Sitting in

A rocking chair

On a faded porch

Watching as

The red sun sets

A glaring heaven torch

 

His body’s tired

His bones ache

His muscles stiff and sore

Yet he will rise

Fresh and ready

With the coming of the dawn

 

Sitting peaceful

In the twilight

Thinking of the days he roamed

No regrets

The Sun-kissed Man

In his exile all alone

 

©Aarron Mondello

16/5/2018

Passing the Eucalypt

 

Long brown dugite
Slithers softly
Through the grass with ease
Rustling whispers
From tumbling passing
Windblown summer leaves

Shadows cast
Upon the ground
From soft clouds above
Racing swiftly
The wedge tailed eagle
Driven by the hunt

Birds trill loudly
From golden boughs
Of the great eucalyptus tree
Kookaburra pair
Upon its crown
Laughing light and free

Bounding past
Broad yet graceful
A troop of big red roo’s
Heading home
With the sunset
In groups of three’s and two’s

When twilight sets
Dark and peaceful
Come possums out to play
Until red sun rises
At the dawn
Of another bush land day

©Aarron Mondello
30/3/2018

 

The Sun-kissed Man

 

No breeze to blow this stifling heat
No shade to break the sun
No drop of gin to wet the whistle
Until the day is done

No barricade from flinging grit
Kicked up by him in lead
As dirt and dust flung far and wide
By a madly galloping stead

No way to dodge the shifting winds
Painting him red and black
With the sands of the desert lands
That surround his run down shack

Sweat trickling race tracks down his skin
Forging clean lines through the dirt
Plastering sodden to his back
The red checkered flanno shirt

A water skin hangs full and sloshing
Tied about a dusty waist
Tepid and warm but still refreshing
When the rider has a taste

No respite from aching muscles
No reprieve from red hot sand
No real want to escape his life
Has this harshly sun kissed man

©Aarron Mondello
21/3/2018

 

Summer Girl

Sitting thinking Summer Girl
What thoughts twirl through your mind?
Before you lies the entire world
What wonders will you find?

I see you hiding Summer Child
For you shine bright as day
With your spreading laughter tinkling mild
What do your smiles say?

I see you smiling Summer woman
My heart like you is growing
I’ll watch you like a strong rose blossom
And see the Summer Girl still showing

©Aarron Mondello
11/3/3018

 

Overgrown Orchard

By Aarron Mondello

14/2/2018

The fruit is hanging heavy and ripe
Glistening with morning dew
A bright sunrise chases away the night
As a soft wind breezes through
The silent trees all in a line
Straight as an arrow set
At their roots fermenting and rotting
The fruits of past years rest
Down the lines between the trees
Tall vibrant green grass grows
Waving their stalks at the clear sky
From there amongst the rows
An apple falls swallowed by the grass
To rest on the untrod ground
The leaves of the trees speak to each other
A hissing whispery sound
The blue above is bright and clear
On this perfect springtime day
A bird crawls slowly across the sky
Gliding to some far away
Still the trees wave near silent leaves
To the swaying grass below
Time as it does continues to pass
And the sweet fruits continue to grow

©Aarron Mondello
14/2/2018


Image: https://www.dreamstime.com/stock-photo-plum-tree-overgrown-garden-image14631130

Tomorrow

By Aarron Mondello

5/1/2018

The new Year has started much the same as the last

Filled with hopes and dreams and sorrow

And tainted with shadowed memories of past

Desires I held for all my tomorrow’s

And already I feel the days go too fast

And end with a resounding echo

That is a projection of what I cast

Ever forward into my tomorrow’s.

©Aarron Mondello


Image https://www.pexels.com/search/sunrise/

Of Creation

Here is the first little snippet of my world Galdenya that I am building through story and poem. I have been slowly growing this world for the better part of a year. This is just a tiny piece, a drop in an ocean, if you will. 

Ilkahliel, nameless, void. The Void.
Awoke and spoke and heard no echo
Cried shinning tears in solitary sorrow
They cascaded down and all around
To Ilkahliel, The Void, they bound
And The Void first knew light.

Of the Creation. Penned by the hand of La’Tail, God of light, life and all green things that grow, during his time with the Vor’Dalee.

©Aarron Mondello
2/1/2018


Image http://earthsky.org/space/ten-things-you-may-not-know-about-stars

Soulless

By Aarron Mondello

30/12/2017

The Traveller with his hat pulled low
Against the scorching sun
Strolling across the desert, slow
A Devil on the run

His heart burns cold like ice
A dead lump in his chest
On his skin the blood of life
Behind him shadows nest

He rides the tail of his black fame
Clear across the land
Wearing a mask of unfelt shame
And a jacket fashioned from the skin of man

The Devil shines bright in his eyes
He long ago sold his soul
Spreading since then malicious lies
While his footsteps salt the soil

Since the day he signed the pact in blood
Evil in his heart has reigned
He swore off from any brotherhood
His joy that day was slain

Now all he dreams is blood
Now all he leaves is death
Now all he worships is his black God
With dark prayers upon his breath

©Aarron Mondello
30/12/2017


Featured image https://w-dog.net/wallpaper/nature-desert-dunes-dune-sun-men-traveller-traveler-wanderer-dreamers/id/248780/