The Cave – Vincent Edward Manda

Spring brought the sun

Months later than foreseen.

They’d forgotten their sister time

And danced together, along

With Autumn and Summer,

To ethereal Nordic music played

In the midnight sun;

Their colourful skirts swirling

Amidst northern lights.

 

In a cave further south

A bear awoke promptly

To find all covered in darkness;

A thick wall of ice

Blocked the entrance to her cave.

 

For weeks, from behind this ice wall,

She watched salmon skipping up streams,

Heard the colourful music of flowers and bees

And smelt the enticing promise of honey

Hidden high up in trees

Whose bark she’d use

To scratch her itching back,

 

But winter had stayed

To cradle her head day after day

In the dark, frozen cave

Until one night

She dreamed her last dream

Of salmon dancing out to sea

While the flowers wilted and their petals,

Riddled with caterpillar holes,

Were carried off

Into dark tunnels by

Droves of emaciated ants.

 

When summer came

The maggots had

Turned into flies

And worms in the bear’s brain

Crawled out from patches of parsley

Growing in its eye sockets and

Into fishermen’s hands,

 

While somewhere far away

A man wrapped the lemon and dill drizzled

Carcass of an Atlantic salmon

In foil and placed it on a charcoal lit,

Tulip shaped barbeque stand.

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