After Lascaux (a mirror cinquain)

Sometimes
I hear music
Echoing recklessly
In this woolly worn cave. It sings,
Wordless.

Sometimes
Phrases sift soft around my feet
Like sawdust or sand grains,
Gritty but mine.
I write.

14 Comments After Lascaux (a mirror cinquain)

  1. Silverleaf March 10, 2015 at 9:26 pm

    You took my breath away! I love every single word of this, Meg, from the title right through your multi-sensory images, to the very last word. “It sings, / Wordless.” “Phrases sift soft around my feet.” Perfection.

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    1. Meg March 11, 2015 at 11:21 pm

      Thanks, you lovely reader, Silver! I feel connected to Lascaux though sad to know I’ll never be inside it. I’m glad you liked the “sift soft” — probably should have been “softly” to be grammatically correct but I took some poetic license. Muah, my friend.

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  2. Jennifer G. Knoblock March 11, 2015 at 4:59 am

    <3 <3 <3

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    1. Meg March 11, 2015 at 11:21 pm

      Back at ya.

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      1. Jennifer G. Knoblock March 12, 2015 at 9:11 am

        (I know my comment was neither concrete nor helpful, but when I read this I felt awestruck and like a total scribbler. This hit me in just the right place–understated, perfect.) “woolly worn cave. It sings,” o.m.g.

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        1. Meg March 12, 2015 at 10:40 pm

          You’re so sweet! I figured you just didn’t have time to comment — that’s what I do when I don’t have time but I like a piece. 😉 Anyway, I’m really glad you liked it! And you are hardly a scribbler — you should see me rolling my eyes at that. You are a poet.

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  3. imab00kworm March 11, 2015 at 2:57 pm

    If they started off gritty you managed to turn them into something beautiful and smooth, with all this dust falling to your feet you’ve managed to pick out the most precious without feeling like you need to fill the empty space. Keep writing it’s working 🙂

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    1. Meg March 11, 2015 at 11:23 pm

      What a lovely, thoughtful comment. Where have you been? We’ve missed you around these parts. Thanks so much for reading and commenting.

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      1. imab00kworm March 12, 2015 at 3:06 am

        You earned it! Damn everyone wrote cinquains I feel bad about it now…
        I jumped through a loophole in time and landed here, sorry to keep you waiting 😉
        Really I was very busy and had little inspiration but now that I’m back in hope I can keep writing and not missing the deadlines

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  4. Natalie DeYoung March 11, 2015 at 6:16 pm

    This wins cinquains, as far as I’m concerned. It doesn’t hurt that I want to go to Lascaux so badly.

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    1. Meg March 11, 2015 at 11:25 pm

      Awww, Nat, such a beautiful compliment. Thank you. Yes, how I wish we could go to Lascaux! Did you see that documentary that Wim Wenders (I think it was him) did? The only time anyone has been allowed in to film, at least in recent years. And may be the last since they are trying so hard to keep the images from degrading.

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  5. innatejames March 11, 2015 at 11:53 pm

    Weird. I was editing a page today with that pictograph on it. I love the phrases at my feet like sawdust.

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