Boomerang

This piece of hardwood, cunningly shaped,
was curved so evenly while piccaninnies gaped
at a Warrior who chipped at it with pieces of flint,
and formed it by meticulous dint upon dint.
Outside his wurly he sat beside a tree,
and chipped at it patiently for hours - not for me,
but to kill the Wallaby in the rocky pass,
to kill the fat wild Turkey hiding in the grass.

by Rex Ingamells

Comments (4)

This marriage sounds familiar. Not mine but of two members of my family. I often wonder why people stay in these sorts of marriages. Maybe, as Patricia says, they enjoy the cat fights! But surely it must feel claustrophobic and suffocating? And a living death? Or is it misplaced loyalty? I found the last line of the poem revealing, in a tongue-in-cheek sort of way. Love, Fran xx
This is quite a predicament to say the least, I hope that you can find peace in all this, somehow, somewhere, and with no pain to get there Love duncan X
My X used to say sweet death can not come to soon, so after contemplating I decide his death should be... replaced with divorce...lol Funny though he still is trying, guess he misses the cat fights...lol Thanks for the reminder, I did enjoy this read.
Oh Dear Michael, what a strained picture you paint, I am a smart arse poetic lost for words! The title is too long, how about 'Long suffering Husband On Death Row.'? lol just jesting Tai