Guya
by Lynelle Kendall
Arc of horizon
Sea hugging land
The shape of myself
I leave in the sand
Hollow of woomera
Line of my spear
Poised over ocean
Sparkling clear
Shapeshifting shadows
Shimmer of scales
Strike fast as lightning
Timber shaft sails
Cuts through the water
Whoop with delight
We’ll eat barramundi
For dinner tonight.
‘Guya’
- Submitted to Poetry Prompt #3
Lynelle says: Written in response to Poetry prompt #3 “Shapes”, the third and fourth lines of the poem refer to the U symbol that represents a person in traditional indigenous dot paintings. It is based on my experience at Daliwuy Bay in Arnhem Land, where I watched a boy fishing with his spear in the shallows. In his language – Yolŋu Matha – guya means fish.
Beautiful. Spare and rich. Thank you.
Thanks!
I enjoyed your poem, Lynnelle.
Love it
Enjoyed your almost painterly observation and easy unlaboured rhyme.Thanks for shared experience,Lynnelle.Anne
Thanks for your comment Anne.
Emotive comparisons on shapes – brought the images alive for me!
Just read it out loud to myself(the dog listened too..she’s good at it )once again.I do like it.Anne
It’s nice to have an avid audience = ) I’m glad you both enjoyed it.