Stings in Tails
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Virgilio Goncalves has a nomadic bent. He blames his parents. Both Portuguese, they migrated to South Africa, where Virgilio was born. Thirty years ago, he and his family emigrated to Australia. He lives with his wife, Lesley, in Aldinga Beach. Their two sons, Kyle and Ross, also live in South Australia. Virgilio has worked as a journalist, lect
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Stings in Tails - Virgilio Goncalves
Part One
The World Around Us
Come forth into the light of things,
let nature be your teacher.
William Wordsworth
Liaison
He touches her, lightly.
They are playful at first, expressions high-pitched,
like sopranos, in full voice.
She rebuffs his advances, then poses, teasing,
like a coy lover, all bravado.
He touches her, lightly.
He’s dressed to impress, two shades, each side of grey,
like a zebra, eye-catching.
He flashes fancy footwork, a dance of romance,
like Fred Astaire, with flair.
He touches her, lightly.
Two suitors watch on, biding their time,
like outsiders, envious.
Disturbed by voices, the four shadows flee,
like fugitives, hurriedly.
Finally, they settle, on pastures that invite,
like playmates, puffed out.
With a bit of a touch here
and some flapping there
– magpies, just having fun.
Real World
Flashback: Gonubie, South Africa
Looking down the river,
a murmur past dusk,
homes nestle in hills,
mist rises above krantz,
lights shimmer on mountainside,
boats with green lights
glide along giddily,
evade low-tide silt.
All is still,
except
for the
incessant
shiss shiss shiss
of Christmas
beetles.
Tonight,
the moon does not shed its glow,
bush and tree shadows
are cast by pavement lights.
From the quiet
a TV blares:
Bomb blast,
two dead,
80 injured.
Reality breaks
the spell.
Desire
Our bond strengthens
as she dwells upon her drink.
Day after day, we wake from rest,
welcome the new dawn
with its promise of affection.
Each morning, she glances my way, shyly;
I ponder with delight the
soundless moments we’ll share.
Each night, she’s a constant companion;
I unwind in her presence
as she dwells upon her drink.
In time, I detect change.
Her complexion fades.
She stoops.
Shrivels.
Her perfume,
once a playful tickle at my nostrils,
no longer yields its bouquet.
Though she dwells still upon her drink,
she’s no longer what she was.
There’s no option: I dump her.
Weeks later, I yearn for her still
– that single yellow rose
in a glass full of water.
Fragments
Who walked this track before me?
Who left, due west,
this ancient abode built rock by rock,
now a desolate ruin,
crumbling stone by stone?
Who walked this track before me?
Who left, due east,
this stormwater drain, built pipe by pipe,
now a harvester of waste,
growing tufts of fodder?
Who walked this track before me?
Who left, due south,