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Cave art revisited
The silence of my paper white
sets me to pace the floor,
those weighty words which will not write
but i can hear them roar.
Roaring out from within my bones
my flesh and sinew too,
a struggling out of ancient tones
in pastel shaded hues.
Those colour sounds of stone-age folk
crafted onto cave walls,
the woolly mammoth the great auk
now echo from great halls.
Down forty thousand silent years
the world heard, not a chord,
now hear and see extinct cave bears
I hear, i applaud.
sets me to pace the floor,
those weighty words which will not write
but i can hear them roar.
Roaring out from within my bones
my flesh and sinew too,
a struggling out of ancient tones
in pastel shaded hues.
Those colour sounds of stone-age folk
crafted onto cave walls,
the woolly mammoth the great auk
now echo from great halls.
Down forty thousand silent years
the world heard, not a chord,
now hear and see extinct cave bears
I hear, i applaud.
Published 16th Oct 2020
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16th Oct 2020 4:36pm
16th Oct 2020 5:03pm
Thanks faithmairee.
it was a lot of fun getting it out. but before this arrived in my head, i'd written, perhaps, four rondeaus on the same subject - I think that that practice aided, no end.
it was a lot of fun getting it out. but before this arrived in my head, i'd written, perhaps, four rondeaus on the same subject - I think that that practice aided, no end.
