Summer in the badlands

Summer days in the badlands

Like a moth to the flame, that alien world of drought and indifference, where days are so bleached by light, the land is screen-burnt in my eyes when I close them.

An abrasive scrubland of dry winds and UV radiation. A tinderbox of accelerants where even gum trees, birthed by fire, shy their leaves from midday's sun.

Out there the Eastern Brown and the red-striped snake and spider be; Out there meat ants smell a pungent eucalypt underfoot but can strip a carcass to the bone; Out there swarms of flies buzz the shade and cicadas sound like sirens.

Out there in the badlands, amongst the hellfire, heatwaves, smoke and unseasonal swathes of autumn coloured leaves... out there is peace. Peace in the isolation of a place people do not go.

 

TAGS

Photo, Collage, Australia, Antipodes, Worlds

 

MUSIC

Picnic at hanging rock, Movie theme song 1975

 

POEMS

My country poem, D.Mackellar 1908 (Video recital) and (Text version)

"Out on the wastes of the Never Never - That's where the dead men lie!", Where the Dead Men Lie, poem by Barcroft Boake 1891

 

MOVIES

Picnic at hanging rock movie scene of Edith screaming

Chronicles of Riddick movie scene where Purifier walks out to Crematoria

 

LINKS

The Never Never - Australian outback (Wikipedia)

Australian bushfire seasons

 

PAGE ADDRESS

judas1.com/badlands