Blue Mountain Sentinels

Dreamtime stories in formation

Image Credit: Kara Peak on Unsplash

Meehni (922 mtrs) | Wimlah (918 mtrs) | Gunnedoo (906 mtrs) [3000 ft above sea level]
aka the Three Sisters [Dreamtime stories]
Katoomba, Blue Mountains, NSW, Australia

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Time, bonds love. Without end
as a world blinds shut-eye. Bent
over them women, their
blue blood and bronzed flesh
sewn zigzagged, cover up on
sapwood bone.

Old Man Emu, shaman pledge
in his portents that held vision.
Forbidden love…
Protected love…
Love thrice turned…

Woomera thumps, drumbeats the ground.
Catlinite pipe rattles enmeshed on wattle
breeze. Shakes loose a music of incants up
windpipe tunnel, denuding intents into
war cries, before fire spears
laid them down exposed on the
flanks of bloodied gorge. They bear

frayed love. Threads, wind flapped
from polearms buried by
lime washed catacombs.
And finger-etched canyon walls
absorbed the garnet strands of
coppery stick. Love. Ashen shards.
Silence broken by a turned stone

of boomerang memories. Sentinels,
between primordial Echo Points.
Eucalypt twining pleats of Waratah petals
and Bottle brush portals concealed in
ironbark stairways of lemon-scented gums. 
Elevating mountains of steps, travel
up to go down low, slow linger
valley walking along her curves
embraced in la nuit tranquility,

of then and right now. Three Sisters never tired
of looming high. Protection of their future
all around them, — 
[Aline.age; a dream on thyme, a present mine.]
 — face up, breathing life back into organs,
weaving dream.time stories greater than
their soul twirls amongst banksia spread,
beneath soot blackened canopy, laden with
pinwheel, Southern Cross schematic.
And, their moonbeams sip from brumby waterholes
cradled in the arms of burnt black suns.

Blue Mountains don’t disappear. They stand statuesque… composed.
The world turned… them immortalised.