Nice poem about a cauldron and image i Love and i actually have a statue of him in silver coloured clay, reblogging this one. BB. Lee / Shawnus
In the gateway
time becomes a serpent.
Its gaping mouth is the moment
and long weird lanes
draw themselves across the countryside.
A rainbow shines in the night sky.
Processions of animals march through dream;
stag, hound, bull, salmon,
returning again
to the god
who wears the torque and holds the serpent.
My camera fails to capture the image
alive before closed eyes
unengraved.
This image is borrowed from the following website: http://www.native-science.net/Gundestrup-Cauldron.htm
*The language and imagery in this poem have a basis in Nietzsche’s ‘The Vision and the Riddle (.2)’ from Thus Spake Zarathrustra- a scene which had a great impact on my perception of time many years ago. It can be found here: http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Thus_Spake_Zarathustra/Part_Three#46._The_Vision_and_the_Riddle
