The rains had come
The twins expected thunder
But the river always
The air was still
Save the warbling of the magpies.
Cicadas, light and scorching heat,
Like the rains would never come.
Then we saw it
Like the story of the snake
The First of Us have been telling
For thousands of years.
The kids chased its head down the creek bank
As it slithered down the waterway
And I beamed in wonder
At this long withheld blessing.
I saw the twinkle of dew in Mum’s eye.
I took her hand,
And tried to forget all the days
The water had been too late for.
I whispered to her,
Maybe he had to go
Because he knew they wouldn’t listen
Unless he asked in person.
Her grip became a vice
But there was no sound
Despite the streams staining her cheeks.
So that’s how we stayed,
Hand clasped in hand,
As the kids pointed and laughed and raced
The rainbow serpent around the riverbend,
This poem won first place in the Open Own Composition section at the 2019 Dubbo Eisteddfod. You can find the adjudicator’s notes on my Instagram.
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Great imagery Noni 😘