The bunyip from aboriginal Australian folklore. ‘The Bunyip’s Spell’ and Other Poetry by David Watt The Society May 12, 2021 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 13 Comments . The Bunyip’s Spell A native girl of spirit strong, As graceful as the flitting fishes; Went swimming in a billabong, Against her mother’s stated wishes. And though the water, murky grey, Embodied trouble in the making; To swim on that idyllic day Was deemed to be a risk worth taking. There in the depths a bunyip waited For such a child to share his lore, Although the price was left unstated For learning ways of scale and claw, Because the payment meant foregoing The life they knew, the world above— Confined to swimming, always knowing Regret for loss of those they love. The bunyip surfaced, sleek and dripping, Away from where the youngster swam, But aided by judicious flipping, Moved in, announcing “Here I am! This spell I cast will take you places The likes of which you’ve never seen! When lightning strikes and water races You’ll wear the silver of a queen.” There came: a flash, a scene of wonder Where barramundi, eel, and cray Slithered, swam, and sidled under Protective ledges in the clay; And true to word, the spell provided: A shiny tail in place of toes, Bright scales where velvet skin resided, And gills beside her silver nose. No more the campfire smoke, the glowing Arisen from the break of day, Above the slender wiregrass flowing In waves as breezes came to play. And farewell to the storytelling While sitting on her mother’s lap— Her head grown heavy, as if swelling From knowledge of their Dreamtime map. Although the tribe, with single purpose, Cast nets, and probed the depths with spears, No curl of hair rose to the surface; And this confirmed their deepest fears. But next night, came a sound repeating; An otherworldly sweet refrain, To rise between the gunyah’s sheeting And ease her grieving mother’s pain. The mother knew her girl would ever Inhabit realms where spirits dwell; But still, no distance could dissever Bonds formed before the bunyip’s spell. . Bunyip: a mythical amphibious monster said to inhabit inland waterways. Dreamtime: for Australian Aboriginal people represents the time when the Ancestral Spirits progressed over the land and created life and important physical geographic formations and sites. Gunyah: an Aboriginal bush hut, typically made of sheets of bark and branches. . . Counting On Heaven Save me a place in Heaven: Keep me away from Hell. Will I find life hereafter? That, one may never tell. When I have left this body As but an empty shell, How will my faith be measured After the final bell? There is a God, I’m certain, And I am sure as well That every man is a sinner Under Temptation’s spell. Oh, how I long to enter That place where the righteous dwell, If only I show repentance For times when I tripped and fell. . .. David Watt is a writer from Canberra, the “Bush Capital” of Australia. He has contributed regularly to Collections of Poetry and Prose by Robin Barratt. When not working for IP (Intellectual Property) Australia, he finds time to appreciate the intrinsic beauty of traditional rhyming poetry. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 13 Responses Julian D. Woodruff May 12, 2021 Very refreshing to see a good folkish narrative like yours, Mr. Watt. I hope you will supply more here. Your prayer is fine, too. I think the expansion of the 2nd line in the last 4train works quite well. Reply David Watt May 12, 2021 Thanks Julian for appreciating my pair of quite different poems. For some reason I enjoy writing narratives, so you will most likely see more in the future. Reply Jeff Eardley May 12, 2021 David, most enjoyable to read this folk tale. The Bunyip in the picture looks a lot more vicious than the one featured in your excellent poem. Counting on heaven is a definite song lyric and I was reminded of the song “When did you leave heaven” by US blues legend Big Bill Broonzy and found myself singing your words to his tune. Sir Les would love these two. Thank you. Reply David Watt May 13, 2021 Jeff, the bunyip in Australian folklore is only ever portrayed as a vicious killer. I doubt that there are any bunyip pictures reflecting a more agreeable character. Thanks for your favorable comments on both poems. I have to admit not previously being aware of Big Bill Broonzy. However, I’m delighted that my poem reminds you of his lyrics. Reply Paul Freeman May 12, 2021 I enjoyed ‘The Bunyip’s Spell’ enormously. I was wondering if it is a re-telling of an Aboriginal story, or is your own invention. Thank you for the reads. Reply David Watt May 13, 2021 Hello Paul, ‘The Bunyip’s Spell’ is based on the Aboriginal legend of bunyips snatching and devouring unsuspecting victims. The story I present is my own invention featuring a bunyip in search of a worthy assistant. It seemed to me that it was also preferable to soften the mother’s loss, rather than merely relate a tragic event. I’m glad you enjoyed the narrative. Reply Ryan Watch May 12, 2021 What an enjoyable read! I have been caught in the thrall of your mystical poem Mr. Watt. Poems like these, which contain magical and fantasy themes are seldom written by poets nowadays, and I am fortunate enough to have come across your poem. May I be permitted to ask you what form the narrative is written in? Forgive me for asking, but I am curious about the style of the poem, as I seek to learn and explore more poetic forms. Reply David Watt May 13, 2021 Thank you Ryan for your generous comments. I would say that ‘The Bunyip’s Spell’ is a form of ballad. Generally ballads have four line stanzas (quatrains), and tell a story. My understanding is that ballads may have different rhyme schemes and meters to suit the poems story, or the poet’s preference. In the case of this poem, I have mostly joined quatrains in pairs to keep the action moving along. As the concluding stanza carries a short message, it came out of its own accord as a single quatrain. Reply Ryan Watch May 13, 2021 I see. Thank you for enlightening me on the style and form that you applied to your poem. I find it creative of you to stray a little from the rules of the ballad form as it create a rhythmic and continuous narrative that flows as smoothly as the river described in the poem. Susan Jarvis Bryant May 12, 2021 David, your two admirably written poems, that romp along with aplomb, have me thoroughly entertained and smiling from ear to ear… a rare accomplishment these days. Hats off to you and thank you! Reply David Watt May 13, 2021 Thank you Susan, it’s a rare treat to entertain a poet who provides us with so much entertainment herself. Reply Margaret Coats May 13, 2021 Economy of plot and rapid flow of words make “The Bunyip’s Spell” a delight to read. I was looking at a discussion of poem length recently, that said about 50 lines was all most readers could tolerate today (down from 100 lines that Edgar Allan Poe thought readers could accomplish in one sitting). Getting a complete narrative into 50 lines is a good trick, but you have the right kind of story for it. Maybe there’s an alternate bunyip tale (as Jeff Eardley suggests) for the fellow in the illustration. I’ll be interested to hear more. Also most interested in what you have to say to Ryan Watch about the form–and why you chose it. “Counting on Heaven” has a light tone for a serious topic. That’s perhaps a relief to readers, but it seems more difficult for the writer to come to a satisfactory conclusion that doesn’t sound too simple. Reply David Watt May 13, 2021 Margaret, your point about poem length brings to mind the poem “Leisure” by William Henry Davies. I’m sure it’s true that the average person has less ‘time to stop and stare’, or indeed to concentrate on reading than in Poe’s era. I put it down to electronic gadgets, the state of education, and the desire for fast results. “Counting on Heaven” does have a somewhat light tone for a serious subject. Belief is a topic I have never addressed poetically before, and accordingly, I kept the conclusion simple. I always enjoy reading your thorough and perceptive comments. 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