Treasure Island

A.page Montgomery


The Dreamtime


The aboriginal, surreal, arboreal time
Before we had words, life was about visions-
Dreaming and waking so close,
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  • Elin Grimes (10/22/2013 4:32:00 AM)

    Do you have aboriginal heritage?

    Having been to Aus I know a bit about Aboriginal culture so I understand what you're getting at here. This is a really beautifully written, insightful poem about what it's like for someone of Aboriginal background to be in the Westernised culture of Australia. At least that was my interpretation.

    The ending is just perfect in my opinion. This is one of the most interesting, original and cliché-free poems in the contest, I'm voting this as 'Excellent' and wish you the best of luck in the competition. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (10/9/2013 11:00:00 PM)

    Dream time are always fabulous if you are dreaming some good. a good write. (Report) Reply

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