Tanka at the sportsmen’s bar

Can anyone shed light on this Papua prospecting medallion?

Kiaps in Papua New Guinea: When boots on the ground mattered

Tanka at the sportsmen’s bar

28 November 2015

MICHAEL DOM

coloured bottles bob
to my eyes these are gemstones
light explodes in spumes
a sour flood warms my belly
in the wave of each fresh draught

drinking rainbows
I am resting the dragon
on wet glass
ice rocks crackle
day blends into night

first or last dog watch?
sitting at this bar – my pew
far away at sea
ship ahoy! Nubile sirens
eight bells ringing between decks

Inspired by the adventures of Keith Jackson AM and other friends, 27/11/2015

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