Melbourne Candid Series #1213 Flagstaff Garden

 

Within Flagstaff’s green, where ancient echoes stir,
Three women turn in measured, sacred grace;
Their regalia blooms with rhythm, thread, and fur,
Each step a vow time cannot quite erase.

They dance the rite of sun and seasoned ground,
Of maize and wind, of promise dearly kept;
The earth remembers every lifted sound,
Each heel that strikes where ancestors once stepped.

Beside them moves a lone and painted man,
His face in white, a mask of dread and lore;
Eyes dark as night that watches over clan,
A guardian shaped by fear and mythic war.

Not terror, but the threshold he declares
Between the living pulse and spirit’s claim;
His steps command the air, the crowd, the stares,
And teach that awe and reverence are the same.

So in that garden, far from native land,
Old worlds arose at drumbeat’s urgent plea;
Through flesh and cloth and stamp of human hand,
The past stood up and danced itself still free.

Sony A7RV

FE 135mm f1.8 GM

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