Lascaux’s lost cows tick
Backward across time-baked walls,
Shoving,
As I stand
Awed beside my ancestors’
Scrawls,
A spear into my fist.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Lascaux’s lost cows tick
Backward across time-baked walls,
Shoving,
As I stand
Awed beside my ancestors’
Scrawls,
A spear into my fist.
There is something about the shape of this poem, the use of cesura in particular is like a pause, in that moment of realisation and comprehension of the fullness of your ancestors before you. That last line is really wonderful, the sibilant sound of the s in particular feels like it resolves the slow build throughout. Wonderful poem.
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Darren Syme Coremans (@dscoremans)
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