The tree on the hill –
Drifting, I go there often ~
Ancient archetype.
The tree on the hill –
Drifting, I go there often ~
Ancient archetype.
Tails
This deep dream we share –
Of jumping high and so far ~
Ancestor echoes.
Fire
Our backs to the fire –
Facing into the deep dark –
Some watch while some sleep.
Flint
The flint is fashioned –
Nodule to tool ~ final form –
Seen in the mind’s eye.
Mammut
Felled mammoth’s last breath –
Comes after much waiting ~ watched –
We give it its time.
Rivals
The dark ones attack –
We shield the women –
We kill ~ no remorse.
Fall
All mums are busy –
Gathering the ripened fruits –
A time to take stock.
Meat has given us time ~ now –
We shape the world ~ bit by bit.
Image
Blow paint on the hand –
Leaves a mark on the cave wall –
Wave to the future.
Ice
The Ice grows bigger –
Scouring away all our work –
and so we move South.
We meet the others ~ a truce –
The first child ~ hybrid vigour.
Passing
Mammoths excepted –
We’re the only animal –
That tends to our dead.
Rise
As leaves slowly fall –
Viewed ~ a new phenomenon –
Someone feels for them.
As leaves slowly fall –
Viewed ~ a new phenomenon –
Someone feels for them.
Mammoths excepted –
We’re the only animal –
That tends to our dead.
The Ice grows bigger –
Scouring away all our work –
and so we move South.
We meet the others ~ a truce –
The first child ~ hybrid vigour.
Blow paint on the hand –
Leaves a mark on the cave wall –
Wave to the future.
All mums are busy –
Gathering the ripened fruits –
A time to take stock.
Meat has given us time ~ now –
We shape the world ~ bit by bit.
The dark ones attack –
We shield the women –
We kill ~ no remorse.
Felled mammoth’s last breath –
Comes after much waiting ~ watched –
We give it its time.
The flint is fashioned –
Nodule to tool ~ final form –
Seen in the mind’s eye.