oh, lascaux

This is how we became:the stone ceiling a flicker of candle-flamefrom our faces.We learned a kind of magic,a spell of charcoal, that spills like words across the cave walls,weaving stories on dark mid-winter nights.The long-horned elk,the barrel-chested aurochs,the slender, flighty gazelle,the hoary-maned carmargues,mapped like constellations in a stone sky.We pressed our painted palms to the…… Continue reading oh, lascaux