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Winter Solstice Lament

I am sunk deep in the dark of this day, peer out of a hollow that holds the tribe's history drawn in ochre on a rock wall. Outside is a numb, frozen world that yields little food. Animals are scarce and I am kept alive by stealth and making most of the meager offerings that fall to my spear. I hate being here, imprisoned in a poem, placed in this icy wasteland of prehistory, cold, abandoned in a pocket of time by a poet sitting in a warm room in the twenty-first century. Note. Winter Solstice will occur on the the twenty first of June for us southern hemisphere tribes.

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Date: 6/16/2024 6:45:00 AM
Such a clever turn to write fron this POV. I enjoyed the little glimpse into a caveman's heart. SuZ
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Paul Willason
Date: 6/17/2024 3:31:00 AM
So kind Suzanne...thankyou for commenting. Not sure if I invented the caveman or he invented me...anyhow I'll let him out shortly with a hot coffee...
Date: 6/16/2024 6:31:00 AM
Amazing write. Just love this. God bless you. love, Gina
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Paul Willason
Date: 6/17/2024 3:27:00 AM
Sincere thanks for your kind words dear Regina...pleased that it struck a chord. Rahe care...Paul
Date: 6/16/2024 4:44:00 AM
are you sure he wasn't just waiting for Eve to return from the market....while he watched football
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Paul Willason
Date: 6/17/2024 3:24:00 AM
Na....Eve came later when tribes learnt to write and make up stories. This guy toughed it out with just cave art. Thanks for reading John, visiting me in my little warm cave...

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