The Southern Portal

[douglas]

The Southern Portal

This holy primal Southern earth
Red and rich with life
Always pulling me back from my intercontinental
Meanderings
An organic terrestrial magnet
Seducing my feet onto its sun-baked
Fertility and warm magnificence

This ancient passionate Southern earth
Embraced by the pounding of merging oceans
A sword-like isthmus
Slicing through currents and tides
Casting up mists and liquid diamonds
Evoking salty aquamarine worship

This earth contains within it primordial creative spirits
Who escape through breathing fynbos and cracking rocks
Co-creators of this spinning orb
Travelling together upon the whipping clashing winds
Calling out
Calling out
Calling out
To their ephemeral progeny

We who are now scattered
Across the face of an aging planet

This holy primal Southern earth
Infusing my spirit with wisdom and abundance
With each miraculous footfall
Transmuting pain and doubt
Into peace and remembrance
The universal womb of our collective memory
And origin
The precise epicentre of creation
The Southern Portal
Of immortal consciousness

[tonyv]

A celebration of home, Douglas? I've always hoped that you would incorporate Cape Town in one of your works.

 

Tony

 

PS - For me the Big Dipper embodies a familiarity of home. I've never seen the Southern Cross. You must know it well.

[douglas]

Thanks Tony - yes indeed - inspired by the Cape Peninsula - I plan to do a poem for the North, East and West too...