In honour of Belle I will erect a tipi on the shore of Lake Burley Griffin. It will be a special tipi: very white, very tall; at night lite by an inner fire and during the day, lite by the sun.
On the lake, in the water, will be a burning brazier which will attract the goddess of beauty. On calling her name she will appear from the mist high above the water with two pelicans flying on either side. The pelican on the left is named Neil the Knife, and the one on the right is called Victor the Babe. Above her, flying marvellous loops are a flight of seagulls and beneath her feet are a flight of grey ducks led by one lone, white goose. Flying further out, on either side, are two long strings of black swans, necks outstretched and strong wings beating.
On the shore the echidnas shake their spines with pleasure, the platypus slap their tails on the water and the kangaroos bounce up and down, applauding with their little paws. While rising to meet her is a large flock of pink and grey galahs.
Belle, for that is her name, is kind and gracious, and surprisingly is very well balanced and sensible, and always ready to help an animal in trouble.
She does love poetry, and occasionally the odd poet, so after casting bread on the waters to feed her entourage, we will offer her a night of poetry.
When we wake in the morning, all that will be left, is mist. |
Submission Name: The Mist.
