DEEP WITHIN THE CAVE

a poem

 

Working diligently, artists paint using

   flint burins, by flickering lamp lights,

with  wicks of lichen, deep within cool

   rock cave recesses, only specific areas

illuminate, as some sculpt, while others

   engrave, symbols, mysterious; horses,

fish, mammoth, bison, reindeer, that

   they hunt or encounter, providing rich

supplies of ivory bone and hide, using

   preciously sought minerals, of powd-

-erd haematite with calcium phosphate,

   conceiving pigments of yellow, red and

black, struggling through bitter ice cold,

  conditions of weather, each cave painter’s

earnest decorations, represent, seasonal

 variations, of arduous hunting conventions, 

astute  cave dwellers armed with deadly

 spears set off to tackle the wild reindeers.

 

 

Author's Note

Painting of a Bison
feedback would be most welcome

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Oh to return to Lascaux! What a wonderful prose.poem this is, you've travelled from long since, creating miniatures of past time's creations by ancient man. The use of minerals in the post really does reflect forensic artwork. Great and interesting piece of informed creativity from YOU, Sheema

[SHEEMA HUQ]

this is such an unplifting review from you Emma Joy, I am truly honored

[kelvin]

Nice descriptive write here I like its like you put me right there with you and as always keep writing fellow writer.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

thank you so very much, Kelvin

[kelvin]

You're very welcome

[Emily Feret]

I love the glimpse into history! Ancient men and women sharing their wisdom of the things they were first experiencing! How inspirational~

[SHEEMA HUQ]

that's lovely of you, nice to meet you, thanks ever so much Emily

[Monster ^.^]

I LOVE THIS. and the brown just makes perfect sense!

Okay, so I just watched the Croods (great movie.) and I'm in the mood for cave men, and their paintings of course. Bravo! or should I say, Brava! ahahaha

[SHEEMA HUQ]

your enthusuam and applause is greatly appreciated dear friend, thanks so much

[therisa]

Of an age
Long lost
To the mist
Of history
Come alive.

Where
One feels
The cold biting
Into their soul.

Of
A reaching out
To the Gods/desses
For a safe hunt
And afterlife.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Honestly, I am bedazzled Therisa by your beautifully arftful review, this is a poem in itself, all the best, much thanks

[therisa]

Your welcome and thank you, Sheema. Often times, am moved to respond with a few lines of verse.

[Just Kim]

such a wonderful narrative type of poem,
love the vivid imagery as well.
Wonderful written write...

[SHEEMA HUQ]

thanks ever so much!!

[Firestone Feinberg]

This as simply FANTASTC! --David

[SHEEMA HUQ]

wow!!!
thanks for such a positive appraisal :) !!!

[Marie]

I love the idea that man has always been born with such a creative spirit.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

thanks Marie

[asdarkeyesclose]

i enjoyed this a lot, those primitive men who painted features of their own lives on their walls to enjoy as they relaxed at home while they sharpened their spears for the next days hunt. a nice, original poem. fantastic.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

I love the way you have followed the descriptions and interpreted the scenes, thanks so very much for such a great review, I am very flattered indeed

[Paul Seaman]

Interesting. I find myself out of breath. The pacing is quick, with slapdash and rapid fire imagery. I like the bold print, the thoughtful use of punctuation. Your poems alwasy leave me with a fresh taste and a vivid picture in my mind..

[SHEEMA HUQ]

hey Paul, yes i guess this one was quite fast paced, glad that you liked the imagery, much thanks

[SHEEMA HUQ]

May not appeal to vegetarians!

[Paul Seaman]

they would just hope the Bison got away !