Fortnightly Poem 11.B (Karen’s)

Because it’s that time of the year, and the approach of El Niño making us all remember the dark side of hotter summers, I thought I’d share this unpublished poem, written after my choir (The Chocolate Lilies) sang for the annual ‘Blessing of the Fleet…’

Fire Prevention Blessing of the Fleet (unpublished)

Tiny Mediterranean fishing villages did it

The local priest in trailing black robes

chanting, incanting

Blessing the fleet

before the season

Solemnly sprinkling the ships

with holy water

ensuring a plentiful catch and calm seas

And so at the start of our summer

before our ‘season’

we too have a ‘blessing’ --

a collection of multi- faith priests

praise their gods:

(the only, the all powerful, we beseech him)

and spruike their piety

chanting in Hindi or Tibetan and English–

ensuring protection from danger, and a mild summer

An eclectic mix of jeans, headscarves and saffron robes

significantly all women

except for our three Buddhists

exotic in varying shades of hand-dyed russet cloth

bare feet and thongs

in this bitey Spring wind

ensuring an asthetes place in heaven

Only one of our religious leaders

whilst praying for their safe return

actually thanked our brave volunteers

who overcome terror

put themselves ‘in harms way’

risking their lives to save others…

She, stressing how her god loves

those who help others, most of all

better than nothing, I thought

I wondered how many of the firies, ambos, cops and SES volunteers

believed these prayers

would moderate the weather

would save them

from the flaming tree falling

to block their path

would prevent communication breakdown

between head-office and the fire front

or really thought the holy water

sprinkled on the fire trucks

would provide any protection

in a roaring furnace

but like me, they all solemnly bowed their heads

Maybe the ritual itself was tribute to them:

dignitaries, a choir and a lavish lunch

The multi-faith group

(despite the competition for souls)

honoured our mutli-cultural community

who are maybe more credulous

than we cynical Aussies

Our choir all come from bushfire zones

maybe saw this as a way of thanking

our real saviours

And who doesn’t want to hedge their bets?

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