Silent Road

When the sun is blazing

30 degrees slight breeze

Rolled windows elbow leaning

Ahead a lonely road to tease

The horizon is far and bleak

Ripples of a mirage float on tare 

30 kilometre stretch to peak

No-one in sight no man no car

Eyes wide open awake and alert

Keep going straight beyond the crest

No man is around though mammals lurk

Stay alive be safe take stops to rest

The silent road only hears the souls

Inside and outside are worlds apart

Music blaring watch the holes

Kids moaning sleeping crying starts

Distance from afar so deafening

Inner thoughts they ramble 

Memories of childhood resurfacing 

Memories made seem to scramble 

Wondering where nomads travelled 

Pondering life's interesting games

Intrigued by nature and industrial revelled 

The silent road listens and tames 

Conversations run dry and shake

The sun begins to fall 

We await for the night to break 

To again start the days journey crawl

- Meg Elizabeth

Sapphire

We've adventured to lands

Far and near

Cruised creeks and rivers 

Both murky and clear

Magnificent creatures 

Deadly and fossilized 

Magnificent colours 

Earth, water, skies

Sometimes we travelled roads

Of long long stretches 

We met all walks of life

From all sorts of distances 

From jumping crocs

To Aboriginal art sites

Too many hot springs

Radiant campfire nights

Head west of the Giant easel

And into the gem fields

Grab a bucket of wash, a sieve 

With water it will be revealed

As the mud and clay disappears

The sunlight catches the stones

All the wonderful, colours of the rainbow 

Some bright, some chrome

Sapphires are a glassy gem

The clearer the more divine

We managed to collect some specs

Some we kept that we could find

Thus sapphire is a small token

Of our Australian Outback drive

A reminder of our love

Until the next time we arrive... 

- Meg Elizabeth

Campfire

Amidst the isolation and the crisis of 2020 Covid-19, I thought it would be a fantastic idea to use my time wisely with creative writing. It's been 5 years since my last blog and I'll change it up a bit from a blog about my favourite songs to poetry and words I have been writing since I was a young girl. I get many random thoughts constantly, and sometimes I manage to capture them. Here is one I wrote on our family journey to The Northern Territory, Australia in July 2019. I call it CAMPFIRE


Burning leaves begins at spark

As the air lifts a single flame

Wood turns yellow screaming through

Doust in dry foliage the embers alight 

One two seven stacks on the pile

Catching the orange heat

A log hits the ash and woof to the sky

Settling to a calming crackle 

Smoke fills the open air

The sun sets low on the dusk edge 

Branches sway in a stillness winter

Skies glowing a mirror to the flame

Speckled darkness as you see the twilight

Knees so warm to touch

Hands busy finding pockets of warmth

A chill behind the neck 

Grey and red charcoal emanates softly

Smoky wisps of hair and hands of burnt branches 

Cold toes and blanket backs

Thank you fire the element of energy

There's something special about a campfire

Maybe disconnection from the hustle 

A silence in nature brings closeness to beauty

Appreciation of oneness on Earth

- Meg Elizabeth