Land Of Dreams

I dwell in a book
The book dwells in me
I’ve places to go
People to see
But I’m not really there
I go through the motions
Yet my fingertips twitch
To return to the page
I find myself smiling
At secret devotions
At words that I hear
In my quiet inner ear
The world that I know
Is a sorry deception
Hurry up
Let me go
Where’s my book
No reception…..

Go away, go away
I’m reading right now
Go away
Leave me be
The door’s locked
Anyhow.

MA. ©️ Winter 2017

REMEMBERING

RETURNING …..

IN JUST ONE MOMENT
AS HE REACHES OUT TO TAKE HER HAND
HE WILL LIFT HIS GAZE
EYES BOLD WITH WANTING
AS HE SOFTLY SAYS THE WORDS
“WILL Y’ COME TO BED WI’ ME, THEN”
HIS BREATH HELD FOR SECONDS
UNTIL SHE ANSWERS “YES”

ALL DOUBT, ANGER, JEALOUSY
FALL AWAY
AS THEY RISE FROM THE TABLE
MOVE AS ONE
EYES FIXED NOW
EACH UPON THE OTHER
SURRENDERING TO TRUST
LETTING IMAGES EMERGE
AND SETTLE THEM
REMEMBERING HOW IT WAS
BEFORE…..BETWEEN THEM

DISROBING
SLOWLY
SHE SEES THE PULSE BEAT
IN HIS THROAT
AND TAKES COURAGE FROM IT
UNFOLDS ANOTHER LAYER
NOW SHE IN SHIFT
HE IN SHIRT
THEY SMILE SHYLY
CAREFUL WITH EACH OTHER
THESE REBORN LOVERS

AND ALL THE HUNGRY
ACHING YEARS
OF LONELINESS AND NEED
SLIP SOFTLY TO THE FLOOR
AMONG THE LAYERS
OF THEIR CLOTHING
NOWHERE NOW TO HIDE
THEY LIFT THEIR EYES
NAKED, BOLD YET SHY
THEY SMILE

AND SMILE, REMEMBER HOW IT WAS
BETWEEN THEM
IT …WILL ….BE ….ALL ….RIGHT
AS THEY SMILE AND SMILE
TASTE THE AIR BETWEEN THEM
TAKING THAT FINAL STEP
TOWARDS SURRENDER
SHE FEELS HIS WARMTH
SURROUND HER
EMBRACE HER
MOVES TOWARDS THE JOINING
TWO, BECOMING ONE
ONE BODY, ONE SOUL
ONE LOVE, ONE LIFE
HER BELOVED HUSBAND
HIS CHERISHED WIFE

RETURNING
REMEMBERING
REJOICING
RENEWING VOWS
UNSPOKEN
NOTHING NOW
WILL BREAK THE TIES
THAT BIND THEM

Photo belongs to STARZ

MargaretArlen ©️.
Summer, Central Victoria, Australia 2019

THE FALLING

THE FALLING Continued
(And the rush of memories is akin to drowning, a nervous twitching need to get it down while the punishing, controlling mind, whispers maliciously, “but what about the daily grind you’re ignoring”….and the tiny crushed creative heart of things, whispers back….”do it, write, tell this story”)

She fell into the natural rhythm of the Community with ease, because of her voice. Invited to sing, with different groups, as a solo artist, fuelled by whisky and the local weed, she felt the stress and tension of her body leave. She really felt the freedom, the nature of her wild self come into being. A reckless release of ALL the years of tension….going right back to early childhood beginnings. And through the exposure, up on stage, singing smoky, sultry songs of sex and longing (1970’s JJ Cale), she would lose herself, look boldly down at him, holding nothing back, falling into his amber eyes, looking back, looking up, looking at her.
Nothing mattered but feeling….feeling every strong, hot, subtle, overt, reckless feeling.
She met him, his girlfriend….the connection was so….very …
easy.


A Street scene more than 30 years ago, plays in her mind’s eye….a sensual movie.
Coming through the Nimbin Bakery doorway, famed for their heavy Wholemeal Bread, their Lentil Pies, she sees him on the opposite side of the street….he’s heading up the hill towards the Pub. Riveted, she “takes him in, sketches him”.
Tall, beautifully boned, dirty from a long day labouring on a building site. Head thrown back, thick dust filled dark brown hair, shoulder length, brushed back, James Dean style.
Scarf around his throat, denim jacket and blue jeans, heavy work boots. His jeans, loose enough to show the shape of him, long legged ease of movement as he strides in tandem with her, relaxed and graceful as a big cat.
She is impervious to the rumours, the aura of danger, his sexual charisma holds her attention, utterly.
She feels the pull, deep in her belly. Wherever she moves in that very crowded, close knit community….there he is.
And what of his past???
Whatever sense or intelligence she may have had, before, is lost, given over to biology.
It is, always has been, simple.
She wants him.

MA©️. Winter 2018
The Falling
To be continued….

Seduction

Stay with me

THE FURIES

Unravelling
Like a ball of string
They whirl
Spinning
Endlessly
Spinning
Beyond control
Spitting vengeance
On every soul
On each small thing
Rage
Shame
Who’s to blame
But you
Who else
Who?

Deep in the Forest
I heard the trees
Shift and murmur
Not me
Not me
They stand there
Calling
To their dead leaves
Falling
Not me
Not me

And holding hands
On the Ocean’s sands
We two
In the shimmering blue
Hear the whales call
Who
Who
Look up at the sun
What have you done?
Was it you
Who caused this
Ferocity

Yet the Furies
Keep spinning
Whirling
And grinning
Faces fixed
In a terrible smile
And all of the while
The children weep
In their deep
Dark sleep
Who did this
Who did this
To me

On a cold dark night
I woke in fright
Nightmares
Galloping
Across my dreams
Hideous scenes
Above the screen
Of my tumbled bed
While rivers of blood
So vivid and red
Soaked into the mud
And I struggled, stuck
In silent screams

And the Furies
Kept spinning
Grotesquely
Grinning
Spitting
Terror
And blame
Hatred
And shame
As they whirled
Beyond care
As they crafted
Despair
Screaming you
Yes, you

That’s who…..

MA©️. Winter 2018

FOLLOW THE MUSE

A fragment…..

If it couldn’t be ALL
She would settle for nothing
Middle ground was never an option
In this thing called Living
PAIN…..She’d done her time
An Old Woman now
With a fire still burning
No problem stepping over the line
Into the apocalypse of yearning
Heart Wilded
Still a Child
Her mind a dream
Unfolding
Holding
Holding
Holding
Onto Love….

Don’t blow a fuse
Thinking you’re alone
There is always a Muse
Willing to bring you home
Doesn’t matter how far
Away they are
A brilliant
Shooting Star
Can remedy
The most fractured heart
Tormented mind
Find
Two hands
To hold ….
Enfold
Entice
Your pain away
Your Blessed Muse
Will stay
Will stay with you
Through the thick and thin
Of
Blood
Skin
Flesh
Bone
And sinew
Holding on to You
Holding You….

MA© Winter 2018 (new beginnings)

Photo Edit by Fairlie Sandilands
Original photo by Tony Standish R.I.P.

FAN GIRLING 💙💙💙

Continued……

FOLLOWING on from this morning’s writings, I’ve been involved in and going through some awfully shitty times lately….despair, anger, deep sorrow, fear, confusion…..LIFE !!!???!!!
HOWEVER a few weeks back Nick called me “Are you doing anything on Friday, first of June, Mum”???
What a question!!!
Doing anything???
A special event for me LATELY is driving down the main street instead of taking the short cut, to the shops.
Having said that….Nick wanted to take me for dinner at the Bridge Hotel in Castlemaine where Liz Stringer was performing….Dinner AND a Concert. I was really happy.
But Liz Stringer is Nick’s favourite singer, not mine. (or so I thought)
Tonight he arrived, we drove through a lovely brisk 2 degrees, to the funky, intimate little Venue. A staggering drunk almost spoilt the first half of the evening, reeling and tottering, threatening to fall on several of us sitting near the stage until Nick finally stopped asking him “Not to fall on my Mum”, the drunk got nasty, Nick got Security. He’d already stepped all over my feet, and the idea of being vomited on was too awful to bear (I’d almost reached my limit and wanted to kick him)!!! Finally he was removed!!!, just before
Liz Stringer walked onstage and that was that!!! I’m a totally converted Fan Girl….she’s gorgeous, earthy, a masterful songwriter, with a huge vocal range, brilliant guitarist. Witty, disarmingly straightforward about the places she’s been as a recovering alcoholic….but her husky voice, impossible to describe in words, had me covered in goosebumps, riveted.
I put her right up on a pedestal beside Nick Cave (not because she’s anything like him, she’s totally unique, but because as a song writer, she goes to the bare bones of life, and is not afraid to sing about it)
WHAT AN AMAZING NIGHT!!! Thank you SO much Nick Howells , you literally made my week 💙💙💙

Photo by Nick Howells

DESIRE

ON DESIRE, VULNERABILITY AND LOSS……part 2

This Love
Beyond reality or reason
There’s no time here
For fairy tales
My eyes are open
No scales to stop me seeing
For all the pain and pleasure
The poverty and treasure
I’d rather this love
Than any other
This love beyond reality or reason
This love
This gorgeous hell
Tears me
Wide open
My shell shatters
Nothing else matters
And falling,
Falling,
Falling down
I taste desire
It soothes my weary limbs
From all the years
Of journeying
To him

MA ©️ Autumn 2015

THAT FIERCE BEAUTY

I SAW HIM TODAY
UNEXPECTEDLY
AND HE WAS STILL THE SAME
AS I REMEMBERED…..
TALL, LEAN LIMBED,
AN AURA
OF FIERCE BEAUTY
SURROUNDING HIM
SO THAT MY CHEST HURT
MOMENTARILY
YET, I FOUND THE WORDS
TO SPEAK HIS NAME
MAKE SOMETHING MORE
THAN IDLE CONVERSATION
WITH HIM
EVEN LAUGH AT THE ABSURDITY
OF LIFE
AND ALL THE WHILE
HIS PIRATE’S SMILE
FASTENED ROUND ME LIKE A NET
WILLINGLY ENMESHED

AND YET…..AND YET
SO CLOSE I COULD REACH
TO TUCK THAT ONE STRAY CURL
OF SILVER BLONDE HAIR
BEHIND HIS EAR…..

SO NEAR
MY ETHERIC BODY
REACHED OUT
TO DO IT
TRACE THE SHAPE OF HIS LIPS
WITH MY FINGERTIPS
AS MY EARTHLY BODY
TURNS AWAY
TURNS BACK, SMILES
WITH ONE LAST LOOK
OVER MY SHOULDER
I SAY….
“SO GOOD TO SEE YOU”
AND WALK ON
STRONG
GLOWING
HEART STARTING TO BEAT
ONCE MORE
I’M FREE FROM HIM
OUT THE DOOR…..

THAT FIERCE BEAUTY
IS KILLING ME

MA©️. Autumn 2019

Fire Painting by Marina Petro

FIFTY SHADES BLANDER

I LIKED THE FIRST MOVIE….. it had substance, was sleek, sexy and beautifully filmed. Despite the avalanche of corny comments and infantile innuendo…..and the unredeemable style of writer, ELJames, the background to this story was about the horrific results of childhood trauma and violent abuse.

It’s been a long time between films, and its a pallid follow up. The two leads are ok..
.Dakota Johnson as Anastasia Steele is beautiful and appealing. Jamie Dornan, as Christian Grey is ok, even likeable…but, as an Actor, he has a very limited range.
Slow paced, with screen writing that gave the two leads very little to work with.

The film is rated MA (strong sex scenes)
SERIOUSLY…..this is a film for middle class conservatives to get all hot and bothered. Even the soundtrack was a let down.
DON’T BOTHER….1 ⭐

THE YOUNG BRIDEGROOM

MICHELANGELO, BOTTICELLI, RAPHAEL

Shaped by the gods of Art
Sculpted by them
They look back down at him
From the Heavens
And smile their secret smiles
He has pleased them
This earthly god of Love
As he gasps with pleasure
Upon his Marriage Bed

They laugh benignly from above
Ahhhhhh, they say
With smirks of self satisfied praise
Just look what we have done
Just look what we have made
This Perfect God Of Love

♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

MA©️ Autumn 2019
On #Throwback Thursday



Photo courtesy of STARZ