Wandjina
Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 12:09 pm
G'day everyone. As Maureen has posted a poem on this topic and I haven't posted anything for a while. I hope she doesn't mind me posting mine. It is illustrated with an image of a Wandjina from the cave paintings in WA but I couldn't get the picture to upload.
Wandjina
©Zondrae King (Corrimal) 09/10
Wandjina, painted by hand on a hill
partially hidden, a secret until
found by explorers who stumbled into
sacred locations known only by few.
Who were the painters and where did they go
leaving the image of beings aglow?
Wandjina painted by hand on the rock
was it a message to warn or to shock.
Could you have been out exploring in space
looking for shelter for those of your race.
Were you like us unaware of the risk
until your sun was an engulfing disc.
Wandjina, visiting us from afar,
came from a planet that’s not of our star.
Were you sent out on a mission to save?
Sent into space an explorer so brave?
Were you a victim of weather extremes
looking for safety, a place of your dreams ?
Was it an ‘Eden’ you needed again.
Fresh air and water to ease all your pain.?
Then did you come, to this new galaxy
mingling blood to make people like me?
Where you are painted, could that be your grave?
Are we the children you came here to save?
Wandjina
©Zondrae King (Corrimal) 09/10
Wandjina, painted by hand on a hill
partially hidden, a secret until
found by explorers who stumbled into
sacred locations known only by few.
Who were the painters and where did they go
leaving the image of beings aglow?
Wandjina painted by hand on the rock
was it a message to warn or to shock.
Could you have been out exploring in space
looking for shelter for those of your race.
Were you like us unaware of the risk
until your sun was an engulfing disc.
Wandjina, visiting us from afar,
came from a planet that’s not of our star.
Were you sent out on a mission to save?
Sent into space an explorer so brave?
Were you a victim of weather extremes
looking for safety, a place of your dreams ?
Was it an ‘Eden’ you needed again.
Fresh air and water to ease all your pain.?
Then did you come, to this new galaxy
mingling blood to make people like me?
Where you are painted, could that be your grave?
Are we the children you came here to save?