by David Leigh
Thursday, November 21, 2002
Print Save Become a Fan
Bunuru nights, are times of dreaming
Under the eyes of the Djanka
Warm days in the river Scheming
Kooyal and Tortoise is what he'll hanker
The smoke has gone from Birak burning
Warm and dry, nights without dew.
The young boy's heart is filled with yearning
To go walkabout before Bunuru.
His mother tries to hold him back
But the urge is strong, he has to go
Grabbing his spear he walks the track
Heart racing but his progress slow.
His father was older when he first left
But just a child with the soul of a man
He walks alone with a spear in his cleft
To show the people he really can.
One day he'll lead, others will follow
That's his dream on this Bunuru night
But the path is dark as he reaches the hollow
With only the stars, his way to light.
Bunuru dreaming makes a boy a man
Leaving camp at the call of the wild.
This Bunuru night, back fast as he can
Scared of the dark, he is only a child.
From my book Derbal Yaragan. ( The Swan River )
Bunuru is an Aboriginal season in Western Australia. The traditional owners of the land, the Nyunga people, divided the year into five seasons to coinside with various foods available. At this time of the year they ate Kooyal (Frogs) and Tortoise. Birak was a time for burning off to provide for new growth in later seasons. Dyanka are the spirits and wakabout is a tradition of indiginous men, where they leave the camp and wonder, sometimes for several weeks, alone in the bush.
I hope that helps you understand the poem a little better. David Leigh.
Want to review or comment on this
Click here to login!
Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Click here for your Membership!
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
|Excellent write again!!!!|
|Reviewed by Roger Ochs
|The vision quest, be it by indigenous peoples or Jungians, has been splendidly captured in this poem.|