Mark Scrivener Poetry Blog No 91 Loders Creek

LODERS CREEK

Loders Creek was written about a specific spot I came upon on a walk along by the Gold Coast Highway. It is a stream or small river that becomes a tidal estuary as it passes under the Gold Coast Highway to empty into Broadwater. A peewee is a medium-sized back and white bird also known as a Magpie Lark.

The straw-necked ibis is a bird of the ibis and spoonbill family Threskiornithidae. It can be found throughout Australia, New Guinea, and parts of Indonesia. Adults have distinctive straw-like feathers on their neck. -Wikipedia.

I think the metaphysical question at the end of the poem can be left to speak for itself.

 Peewee (Magpie Lark)

 White Ibis                 

The mouth of Loders Creek (other side of the highway) photo- Swiftchange

LODERS CREEK

Gold Coast, Queensland

I hear the highway sound behind.

But west above I find

the late half- hidden winter sun

emblazoning

the misty edges of its clouds

with brilliant golden-white:

a sight so bright

I cannot look upon

their fire filigree

for very long.

And here that gilding light reflects

upon the mirror of the stream,

upon its clear, breeze-patterned face.

And other clouds and sky-blue gleam

and even cars across the bridge

show upside down and trace

upon a silent-rippling world.

A peewee arrow-glides across

the waters to a branch.

Mangroves soak in salt high tide-

and white-winged ibises

are stepping through the mud

and over all

red-brown and white  
a brahminy kite
glides, high and free.

And all of this is on the waters

in quiet reflection quivering,

like deepest energies that weave

the world that we perceive-

the sense-bright tapestry.

And musing there

I wonder could it be

that all this world we see

is also just a mirroring

upon some vast, unseen and silent,

deep waters of reality?