Shaping Time
The flint-knapper, knees hidden ‘neath hide
chipped a new axe from time.
Shards of millennia flew wild,
nesting in a ruddy beard that
shaded a face as old as rock…
Clack! Clack! Clack! Stone on stone,
needles and drills from antler and bone.
The cackling campfire spoke in sparks,
whilst nature listened
to the sound of the new found
and shivered.
Eyes that studied stars looked on intelligently.
A knowing smile crossed that cracking face
as sinuously skilled hands fell silent
from shaping the destiny of a race.
P Williams ©2005
Amazing write that stimulates ALL the senses--devine!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
You have sculptured here
William ......Peace
to the sound of the new found
and shivered
exceptional lines Paul..good work!!
Vesna*
Nature listened... and shivered.
Amazing poem! They were amazing people.
Thank You so much.
The picture is great and all the tools you show. Thank you
Tracey
~Linda
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Felix
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