On the night of the luminous moon
There’s barely a breath at Wayamba
In a spell, bound, the land is stilled
Wood smoke’s a ramrod rising
Thwack thwacking a whipbird woops
Only a space in the wild wood
Clearing but gently tamed
Where softly the human footfalls
Cricket hypnosis thrums
At the end of the track at Wayamba
The humming, the drumming the spell
Bound in a lunar enchantment
On the night of the luminous moon
There’s barely a breath at Wayamba
In a spell, bound, the land is stilled
Wood smoke’s a ramrod rising
Thwack thwacking a whipbird woops
Only a space in the wild wood
Clearing but gently tamed
Where softly the human footfalls
Cricket hypnosis thrums
At the end of the track at Wayamba
The humming, the drumming the spell
Bound in a lunar enchantment
On the night of the luminous moon
20th March 2011, Wayamba, for Don and Rosie with much love
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful the moon was hypnotic here too.
ReplyDeleteOh Sally, I was looking at the full moon thinking of you on Saturday night and wondering where Wayamba was because Dan had mentioned it on fb.I remember now from your last trip and this wonderful image and now I can smell it as well! Yes Gill, we all share the moon! x
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