Applewood

August 30, 2019

I look back from the gate
A crow steals my breath
I stare at the beauty
For as long as I can take it

This is the day
Meant for goodbyes
Goodbye to our dreams
In the house that we shared
For all

Every wall of tongue and groove
Every corner
Every flower
Every bird
Before every storm
Every song that we have ever been shown
Now flown

This is the day
That we say goodbye
To the ironbark’s wrinkles
And the tallow wood

This is the day
We close the doors

A stranger arrives
With a bouquet of steroid geraniums
Propped up with fluorescent pipe cleaners
These are for our successors
She isn’t yours, just yet

All the notes from the kitchen
The speaking of the floorboards
Are still ours

It is time
To try something new
And leave this open country

All I want is openness, like anyone

A place to write
A place to be
A place surrounded by the swells of honeysuckle gums giving in to the breeze
The sound of the wind
Whipping clean clothes to a “crack”
The hissing and skipping of brown snakes
And echidnas bothered by a casio in the dark.

Today is the day

I hand the keys to a woman
With a country smoker’s smile

I wail in the car to the radio
Along the road back

Until I learn
A terrorist attack is as easy as 1, 2 , 3
When Tony Abbott announces

“All you need is
A knife, an iPhone and a victim”
And this shakes me off the spectrum
“Yes, I am back Brisbane”

Words and illustration Tylea Copyright 2016

Diver Down

August 29, 2019

Some look astonished
While some may give way
They sink to the sea bed
And leave the lungfish drift away

The light of the world is shrinking in this aquatic holocaust
Faces like fish, in the depths of the ocean
Eyes immersed into white, saturated flesh

Isn’t it quiet?
Isn’t it clear?

A shield from cloudy water
As salt grips at a canvas suit
This eroding process paralleled their story
With no word spoken of any sinking

A heavy, copper helmet
Clamped tight upon the corselet
The sound of the world subsides
Compression frets about his head
As the water-tight seal holds shut

The horse shoe weight presses firmly down on his breast bone
Heaving with remorse
Pulling on the air valve
He signals diver down

Goodbye was just a word
Even though she heard it flow through the ridges of his teeth
She hoped his clamped jaw would press three syllables to mend
And so she pretended he would whisper the three syllables with softness again

Now that it’s quiet
Isn’t it clear?

She’d filled his suit with tears

The old sea she’d been thanking
Was everything,
That he wasn’t

 

(Words, Illustration and Music by Tylea Copyright 2017/2019)

 

Gotta Pull Down

August 27, 2019

Gotta Pull Down

My favourite place to be
Was at the wheel of a rock and roll van
Rolling the country with blue skies and semis
Driving to a different band

Then the car pool stopped
And your luck ran out
Were you a woman or a man?
You gotta pull down
The frequencies found
A way into the sound

My favourite way to be
Was under lights and up on the stage
Dancing on floorboards, creaking some backbones
Singing to the ghost up the back

Then the stage show stopped
‘Cause the dog took off
With the needle and the strings
You gotta pull down
Make the best of the light
Shine it back to those who bend

I’ve pulled down what I had
I’ve pulled down what I heard in my head
It comes from a place
Everybody’s been
You know it well
The sound can swell

Gotta pull down
Gotta pull down
Gotta pull down
Gotta pull down

My favourite way to be
Was under lights and up on a stage
Dancing on floorboards, creaking their backbones
Singing to the ghosts up the back

Then the contracts stopped
Cause the words burned out
With the feelings from the shame
You gotta pull down
Make the best of the light
Shine it back to those who bend

Words and music by Tylea copyright 2017

Shadow of the Fire

August 6, 2019

Separately
I held you near
And I stored you
Like a cigarette behind my ear

I wanted you
All to myself
Unassisted
Like a hand that offers no help

And the fire’s gone
With the croakin’ of the timber
The sounds of a stranger
Reproach disintegrating cinders

For some warmth
For some light
I’m alone
In the blackness of its light
In the dark glow
Still some citrus embers
Dying in the night

The isolation
Is like a black crow high in the trees
Its stony calls
To the anger in the breeze blowin’

Now the fire’s gone
With the croakin’ of timber
The sounds of a stranger
Approach disintegratin’ cinders

For some warmth
For some life
I’m alone
In the blackness of your light
In the dark glow
The citrus embers
Are dying in the night

Kissed your face in shadow of the fire

Warmed your cold hands near the fire on that night

I’m alone
I’m alone
Dying in the night

And the fire’s gone
With the croaking of the timber
The breath of a stranger
Blows to captivate reminders

Into light
Intro warmth
I’m alone in the blackness of night
But in your glow

There’s still some citrus embers
Dying forth in the night

Copyright Tylea 2017