A series of sketches as studies for the FMOP series of paintings
SCENE 1 - The Riot
We were fat and playful on the pretty plain
At the fairies Glen it was surely best,
That sweet idle was the making of our mob
That ranged across the mystery of the west.
SCENE 2 - Meet the Maid
We strung along the stony edge
out to the Circus where we meet,
At the end of our imagination
I am strong and sound of feet.
SCENE 3 - The ruined Ramparts
We take a wider pad and way
past the pastel coloured ponds,
Beneath the Ruined Ramparts
We build our strength and bonds.
SCENE 4 - Kata Tjuta
Iam a horse, I am a mare
beneath the domes on the sand,
I feel the ancestors in my blood
And the mob listen when I stand.
SCENE 5 - Leaving the Circus
Then we four are the chosen ones
turned away from the rising sun,
To float across the dry soft bed
of a salt lake on the rim.
SCENE 6 - The waterbed
The sand comes up to meet my strength
And mark the country beneath our feet,
As the Cob and I walk on
our tongues are thick with heat.
SCENE 7 - Turnback
Then the Cob is all knocked up
And falls at the whispering oaks,
As his last breath is cast away
Into the liquid sand it soaks
SCENE 8 - Last ever seen of Gibson
I'm turned away from a crazy rush
And we set back to the east,
The sorry mob is split apart
And I must find a place to drink
SCENE9 - Lost
Then the stars roll across the sky
And by thirst my sense is bent,
To the Circus or the watered south
I am unsure which way I went.
SCENE 10 - Ghost Horse
In the stockyard in the sky
The wise mob sometimes say,
That ghost horse just like me
Flashed by the Circus way.
SCENE 11 - Into the sand
But my fading tracks in flowing sand
Are a long and clumsy line,
Fleet horses are born with a burden
To carry to the end of time.