Ashes

It looked at me with the eyes of a primate,
elemental being,
hominid with wrinkled skin
at the dawn of prehistory.
It watched me bury ashes
of preterit man
without incense or urn.
Hanging from lianas between trees,
a botched Tarzan
never imagined by E.R. Burroughs.
It leapt across creeks
In the dense jungle.
Echoes of roars in the distance,
brutal, archaic eyes.
I’m free of past phantoms
of my childish imagination.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Río Negro, Argentine Patagonia, ARG

Favorite Poets: Sylvia Plath, T.S. Elliot. Shakespeare, Gongora, Beckett, etc. Many others, such as Cervantes. I have to thank my mother because she read poetry to me from the cradle, so first I learned by memory and soon understood the words. Grammar comes naturally at about 5 years old, without any formal teaching.

Comments

Gracy

4 years 7 months ago

Dear Teddy, thank you for

Dear Teddy, thank you for your always welcome visits. I used to have terrible nightmares as a child, so I suppose I was remembering one or two when I wrote the poem. Things just pop up...lol.
All the best, Gracy

scribbler

4 years 7 months ago

Hi Grace

Pre human or human we all become ashes of history..........

Gracy

4 years 7 months ago

Hi, how are you? The poem is

Hi, how are you? The poem is about phantoms in nightmares, especially childhood ones. So it's more metaphorical than anything else. You have a point, of course.
All the best, Gracy