My knowledge of the Aboriginal way of life is pitifully sparse, I fear. I have lived in Australia for over thirty years but I have met few full-blood Aboriginals, and I have been lazy about learning of their culture. However, I was delighted to read, in a recent copy of the local newspaper, that a group of fifteen Aboriginal children from a remote settlement has won an award for representing some of their traditions on video, as part of a world-wide competition. They are now to travel to Rome to receive the award! Their home, Wadeye, lies 450 ks from Darwin, but it is cut-off by flood-waters for five months of each year during The Wet. (Australia's Top End has only two seasons, not four. One is The Wet and the other is, of course, The Dry!)
The Wadeye group performed their representation of the Rainbow Serpent legend when they entered the competition. I have written my version of the same legend below. I have tried to remain faithful to the Aboriginal story, and I apologise if I have erred in any way.
THE RAINBOW SERPENT
Forty thousand years ago ( or, maybe, more than that,)
The great Australian continent lay like a large red mat.
And the Rainbow Serpent stretched himself and thought he would set forth
To find the people of his tribe, a long way to the north.
His name was Goorialla and he slid across the land
Because he had a great re-union planned.
He travelled to the farthest north but his people were not there,
So he marked the place with a mountain where the land was flat and bare.
He called it Naralullgan and then he slid away,
His tribe was not up in the north and so he could not stay.
But as he moved he left a gorge and streams and rivers too.
His was a mighty magic; there was nothing he could not do.
The mountain, Naradunga, made of granite, rose on high,
And another, Minalinha, he made as he passed by.
Then he heard some people singing and he recognised the song;
He knew this was the tribe for which he'd travelled for so long.
For a while he watched the Bora as festivities progressed,
But he saw the dancers moves were wrong and they weren't correctly dressed.
So he came out of his hiding and as soon as he came out
He was greeted with a loud and joyous shout.
He told his people how to dance and the clothing they should wear,
But, suddenly, a mighty storm came out of the evening air.
They quickly built two humpies to shield them from the storm,
Places where they could all be safe and warm.
One humpy was for the Serpent, the other for the rest,
For the Serpent was their most respected guest.
Now the peoples' humpy was too small; two boys were left outside
And they stood there in the pouring rain and bowed their heads and cried.
'The Serpent will give us shelter!' the boys were heard to cry;
'He'll let us in and we'll be safe and dry!'
The Rainbow Serpent let them in and then, oh woe is me,
He opened wide his ghastly fangs and swallowed them instantly!
As soon as he'd done this evil deed he knew he must be gone
For, in the morning, he'd be set-upon.
Came daylight and the boys were missed, while the snake was far away,
It truly was a very sorry day.
The Rainbow Serpent never came to their camp-site again,
But they see him arched across the sky ...... always after rain.
A lot of art galleries here in the Northwest and Canada pair Aboriginal art with the Northwest Coastal Indian art. I love it's stylized simplicity and more importantly the stories behind the pieces. Your post today is a real treat!
That's really cool. I'd like to read more about that.
My English anscestors had a pretty poor track record when it comes to dealing with indigenous cultures. They sure messed up what the Native Americans had going. But, though we ran them off or killed them, I still ended up part Cherokee.
We all should be very proud of our aboriginals; both Australia and Canada.
They are the people who have made our countries what they are today.
Thank you Brenda, for posting this.
We all (Canadaians and Australians) should salute our aboriginal people.
Lovely post, good for them and good for you for bringing it to light. I think the same of our Native Americans who also have a very rich culture and one that I love to learn about. Well, I learned something today that I didn't know yesterday. Isn't blogging just wonderful :)))
Well weaved. History, Geography and myth into a poem. Oho, This is what the rainbow is about?
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