Mark Scrivener

Poetry Poems Original Verse

Sunday, February 14, 2016

End of Hot Day

END OF HOT DAY

Midsummer Georgica NSW


End of hot day. Fierce sun has vanished now.
Yet still bright twilight lights west-lying cloud-
Forms spreading yellow-greying in pale vastness.
Are they the heralds of new rain in darkness?

A final butterfly of day flits by,
Above the seed-tipped grasses, summer-high.
Black crows flap towards the heights of night-safe trees,
Soft-rustling topmost leaves in slightest breeze.

Now eastern hills are briefly tinged with gold-
The Midas touch of day's last-passing role.
Above them crescent moon is growing bright
In sky that's fading towards the rise of night.

The heat is falling and the world's inclined
To pass into the shadow side of time
Where stars will show the darker, cooling hours,
Bring some retreat from blaze of solar power.

And in the cooling darkening of sight,
I ponder in the passing to the night
How storms and rains have saved the summer here
From drought's despair and greater fire-fear.

How long will fortune's blessing last? How long?
I hear of terror, fire-born, beyond
The scant horizon of my turning days-
Devouring, roaring flames, the deadly blaze.

I hear of fiercer storms with fury from
The trapping of the energy from sun;
As change, without a harbour or a haven,
Becomes our sadness like a war from heaven.




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The Moonman- Folk Tale Play from Siberia

THE MOONMAN

Tamia a Yupik (Siberian Eskimo) girl
Mitan a magic reindeer
The Moonman

Scene snowy plain. Later a choom.

ENTER STORYTELLER

STORYTELLER

Many, many dark winters ago,
on far north plains of ice and snow
there lived a herdsman, in the vast, white wilds,
who had a daughter, his dearest child:
Tamia, Trustworthy-Is-Her-Word.

In summer she'd take the reindeer herd
each day to graze wherever lichen grew.
But when cold winds of winter blew,
swept in by the spinning of the year,
she would be found
far south of summer's ground,
looking for food and shelter for the deer.

EXIT STORYTELLER

ENTER TAMIA AND HER DEER, MITAN

TAMIA

How magically bright shines the moon tonight.

MITAN

Yes, brightly it shines with its ghostly, white light;
for now is the time when, as wise men do say,
the moonman leaves his home, far in the silent sky,
and travels on a moonbeam sleigh
to wander over the slumbering earth.
O woe to anyone whom he passes by.

TAMIA

Why is that, Mitan?

MITAN

When the moonman comes to call
better not be there at all!
For when he comes visiting
he spirits you away with him,
back to his white home in the sky.

MITAN POINTS TO THE SKY WITH A STRAIGHT LEG

But look, look there, the moonman's flying by!
He's flying so silently through the deep sky;
he's flying to earth from his home up on high!

MITAN LOOKS AROUND

Come- quickly hide, hide will you!

TAMIA

But where shall I hide? What shall I do?

MITAN

Just trust me and you'll soon see.

MITAN RAKES A HOLE IN THE SNOW WITH HIS HOOF

MITAN

I'll rake a hole here in new-fallen snow.
I'll make a hole and hide you down below.
Come, quickly bundle into this hole,
and so be hidden: body and soul.

TAMIA HIDES IN THE HOLE

THE MOONMAN ENTERS

MOONMAN

I have flown from the darkened sky,
I have flown from the icelight on high,
I've voyaged from the distant moon.
On the silent rays of light,
through the calm deeps of night,
I have ridden to earth's sleeping gloom.

THE MOONMAN TURNS TO MITAN

Where is she, earthly deer:
that girl that I saw here
when, from the far, far sky,
she first caught my eye?

MITAN

Good evening, moonman.
Isn't it a pleasant night?

MOONMAN

Where is the girl I caught within my sight?

MITAN

Don't ask me!
I can't see
any girl
anywhere.
Are you sure, are you clear,
you've found the right place?

MOONMAN

Yes. Yes. I saw her as I gazed from space.
She's here somewhere, I know.

MITAN

O is that so?
How do you know?

MOONMAN

Now listen here, brown deer.
I know she's here.

MITAN

There's no-one here.
It was your own bright light,
glancing off the snow-cold white,
that dazzled your eye
while you sat in the sky.

MOONMAN

H'mmm. Maybe.
But if you're lying to me
then I'll take you instead
to fly before my sled.

THE MOONMAN EXITS

TAMIA RE-APPEARS FROM UNDER THE SNOW

TAMIA

What can we do? O, what can we?
So that the moonman won't catch me?

MITAN AND TAMIA ENTER THE CHOOM

TAMIA

Here in our tent, here in our room,
here in our home, here in our choom.
now here, perhaps, here we can hide,
here I can hide away inside.

TAMIA LOOKS AROUND

There's nowhere here to hide,
Oh, now what shall we do?

MITAN

I'll change you into something new
so that the moonman won't find you.
What will it be? A block of ice, let's say?

TAMIA

No. I might melt away.

MITAN
How about a block of granite?

TAMIA

No, it's too hard- I'd hate it.

MITAN

Then-how about a lamp? What do you say?

TAMIA

Yes- yes!
He might not see me for his own bright ray.

MITAN

By the powers that rule the sight,
by the weaving of the light,
spread a mist of sense confusion,
weave us now a great illusion.

MITAN STAMPS THREE TIMES.
TAMIA CHANGES INTO A LAMP.
THE MOONMAN ENTERS.

MOONMAN

This time, without a doubt,
I'll find her out.
Now where is she?

MITAN

Now don't ask me.
I cannot see
Anyone else around here.

MOONMAN
Don't try to fool me, long-nosed deer.
I know she's here.

MITAN

But can't you understand, moon-clown,
there's no-one else around?

MOONMAN

I just don't understand.
I'm sure she's near to hand.

MITAN

Perhaps then she's shrunk flat,
And now lies hidden under the mat.

THE MOONMAN LIFTS THE MAT, IN SLOW MOTION, RIGHT OFF THE GROUND AND LOOKS AT THE GROUND VERY CAREFULLY AND THEN LOOKS AT THE UNDERSIDE OF THE MAT. FINDING NOTHING, HE THROWS THE MAT BACK IN A HEAP.

MOONMAN

No, she's not under that!

MITAN

Perhaps then she's spread tall
and now is hidden against that wall.

MITAN POINTS A HOOF. THE MOONMAN GOES OVER TO THE WALL AND INSPECTS IT CAREFULLY

MOON MAN

No, she's not THERE at all.

THE MOONMAN SCRATCHES HIS HEAD

MITAN

Perhaps she rose up high
and flew into the sky.

MITAN DEMONSTRATES WITH A GESTURE. THE MOONMAN GOES OUTSIDE AND SCANS THE SKY

MOONMAN

No. no- she's not flying by.

WHILE HE IS OUTSIDE, TAMIA RE-APPEARS

TAMIA

Mitan. Mitan, has he gone back?
Has he gone off on his sky track?

MITAN

No. Quickly change back into a lamp.
Three times I'll stamp my magic stamp!

MITAN STAMPS HIS HOOF THREE TIMES.
TAMIA CHANGES BACK INTO A LAMP.
MEANWHILE MOONMAN HAS GLANCED BACK AND SEEN HER.
HE RE-ENTERS THE CHOOM.

MOONMAN

Where's she gone? Where's she gone?

MITAN POINTS A HOOF AT HIS HEAD

MITAN

Is there anything wrong?

MOONMAN

That girl? Where is she now?

MITAN

What's up with you, friend, anyhow?
Perhaps you're blinded by the snowy whiteness?
Your own shine, bouncing off its brightness,
seems spinning strange visions before your eyes.

MOONMAN

Don't try to trick me with such lies!
I know which way the wild goose flies!
And so I know, I know it's clear,
it's perfectly clear that she is here,
Come on. come on, now, where is she?

MITAN

Beg pardon. are you talking to me?

MOONMAN

I know she's near. I know she's near.
This time she won't escape me here.

MITAN

Your mind is quite confused, I fear.
Why do you search for people who aren't here?
Why can't you see there's no-one to be seen?

MOONMAN

What do you mean?

MITAN

Well then, where is she now?
Is she behind you, mad mooncow?

THE MOONMAN SWINGS AROUND

MITAN

Or beneath your feet instead?

THE MOONMAN CAREFULLY LIFTS UP ONE FOOT AND LOOKS UNDER IT. THEN HE PEERS AT HIS SOLE. HE PUTS THAT FOOT DOWN CAREFULLY AND DOES THE SAME WITH THE OTHER

MITAN

Or over your head?

THE MOONMAN LOOKS UP CAREFULLY, TURNING AROUND IN A SMALL CIRCLE AS HE DOES SO

MITAN

She's not above, as you perceive.
Perhaps, instead, she's crept up your left sleeve?

THE MOONMAN SHAKES HIS ARM AND PEERS UP HIS SLEEVE

MITAN

Perhaps the right one after that?

THE MOONMAN DOES THE SAME FOR HIS RIGHT SLEEVE

MITAN

Well, maybe she's sitting up under your cap?

THE MOONMAN TAKES OFF HIS CAP, FEELS HIS HEAD WITH HIS HAND AND SEARCHES INSIDE THE CAP, THEN PUTS IT BACK ON HIS HEAD, LOOKING PUZZLED

MITAN

You see, there's no one here to find.
It's all just in your loony, moony mind.

MOONMAN

I know she's somewhere round about.
My light, my light will find her out.
I will not let her get away;
I'll find her with my white, white ray.

THE MOONMAN SWINGS AROUND WILDLY, HIS ARMS OUT, HIS FINGERS OUTSPREAD, AS IF RAYING LIGHT FROM HIS FINGERS. HE REVOLVES SEVERAL TIMES.

MOONMAN

Moonshine, moonshine from the sky,
gleam and glitter from on high;
moonlight, moonlight from the night,
shine and shimmer with white light;
brightly shine on all I see,
find her, bind her silently,
spy the hidden one for me!

MOONMAN DROPS HIS RAYING

MOONMAN

Well, after all she is not here. I know-
perhaps she hid beneath the snow.
This search is tiring me: I feel my ray
is slowly fading, fading right away.

THE MOONMAN STARTS TO GO OUTSIDE, SLOWLY, WITH GREAT WEARINESS. BUT HE DOES NOT NOTICE THE CRUMPLED DOORMAT AND SLIPS ON IT AND FALLS (SLOWLY, ALMOST LIKE A SLOW MOTION EFFECT)

TAMIA SLIPS THE LAMP AWAY AND RE-APPEARS. SHE TIES THE EXHAUSTED MOONMAN TO THE LAMP BOX

TAMIA

You won't take me away today!

MOONMAN

If you don't set me free then my light will all die.
I know how you're feeling. I deserve every curse
for trying to take you away to the sky.
But if you free me then I promise I'll never,
never come back to earth but stay up forever
far away in the sky. And I'll shine on the earth
and brighten the dark of the night with my light.

And I shall ever change my face; and my phase
shall be a clear sign of the passing of days,
a signpost in the turning year.
And I shall shine in the summertime,
when grass grows high and skies are clear,
and herds of deer graze peacefully.
And I shall warn of autumn storm,
when chill winds whip the leaves from trees
and dance the swirls of yellow and red.

And I'll get old with winter's cold,
as first, wild-howling snows are sped
in blasts that whirl across the frozen waste.
And I shall smile on spring's new cheer,
on the thaw, on the first, starry snowdrop's white face,
and welcome the season of the mating of deer.

TAMIA

Then I'll set you free;
but promise me
you'll never return to the earth,
not even as near as the most distant bird.

MOONMAN

You have my word.

TAMIA STARTS UNTYING THE MOONMAN. LIGHTS FADE.

THE STORYTELLER COMES FOWARD

STORYTELLER

And the moonman never came back again.
And if you look up to the sky, why then
you'll see he's stayed that way to this very day.


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Monday, February 08, 2016

WAITING FOR THE CHANGE

WAITING FOR THE CHANGE

21st November, 2015 Georgica NSW

These are last days of spring
but summer's now-
from blue-white sky
unceasing heat pours down,
surrounding all the grass and trees,
still green by ground of recent rain,
now feeling solar power.

So summer time will stretch the hours
that reach towards forty by degrees
and now the shade beneath the small
red cedar trees seems dark
and other trees hide wallabies
in stillness and in shadow.

And all the brightness narrows eyes;
and all the world seems bleached with light.

Some know we have to grow, decrying
all limits of reality...
but I have heard this day
of heated forests, world-wide, dying.

A southern wind arises now
sways tall gum trees, makes many leaves
endow air flow with rustling sound.

Its coolness promises a passing
of such vast heat for some relief
and I am glad to wait for change
predicted so
as weather-wise belief.

Yet in my heart there shines no gladness
in looking towards a world to be
warmed by waste gas beyond its order-

and I'm not glad to wait for change
to that new world grown wild and strange.











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