The artist Arthur Boyd
was granted a vision:
he watched an angel
watching Adam and Eve kissing
he watched as a ram at their feet
watched back, remaining silent
he watched as a deformed
nightjar elevated itself
on thinning legs and pretended
to go about its business.
it did not cross the angel's mind
that his robes had been consumed
by the soft blood that comes halfway
from the heart, that Paradise
was glowing with the embers
of his trance, smouldering
with the passion of Eve's hair, Adam's
desperate grip on her bare back;
nor did it occur to him
that Lilith may have been
instigating her riot from beneath
his cloth, between the eyes of the ram
and the ruminations of a nightjar
so effectively disguised
A ringwallbilder cloud tethered to hills
by a deadtree scaffold peers through a goldburst
of wattle, footlights of cowslip, and casts
its shadowmaze out over the coast
to bring the sand-patterns of beach,
the whirls of grassed foreshores and mimeographed
limestone, into the territory of gulls.
Love settles beneath a gazebo - a pagoda
of the next enlightenment.
And in the flights
of red sails familiar circles are cut
between mushroom-buttressed islands and tinsel
beaches, charter craft carving their money's
worth out of the skittish surface,
cutting the circles, splicing pleasure and foam.
New: 30 December, 1996 | Now: 11 April, 2015