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Write-a-Thon, Day 1 – OSI: “Ochre”

In addition to the Clarion Write-a-Thon, I’m also participating once again in the fun that is One Single Impression. If you enjoy poetry and awesomeness (and I know you do), why not pay them a visit?

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This week’s post over at One Single Impression is “Ochre.” No, it’s not a vegetable that is often fried in the south. Nor is it a woman famous for her television show/secret army of angry housewives. Ochre is, instead, a color – or, more specifically, the clay from which the color is manufactured. For me, ochre speaks of deep, golden yellows and rusty reds. It conjures images of the earliest artists, gathering their materials from the earth and daubing their dreams onto cave walls. In fact, ochre is one of the oldest pigments in continuous use by humans – when you visit Lascaux and gaze upon the cavorting aurochs and horses, you are looking at ochre paints.

Of course, “ochre” speaks not only of old art, but old cultures…old memories…old gods. With that in mind, I give you:


The god did not sleep;
What need had one such as he
for shadowed slumber?

Still, he did dream. He
Dreamt first the cold fire of stars;
Then Sun; Moon; Earth; Man.

“The First People,” they
named themselves. The only true
people, so they said.

And he was their god,
Master of the Five Heavens;
Lord of sea and sky.

Across the ages,
He was the Dreamer whose dreams
were the waking world.

Then came outsiders,
Reeking of incense and gold,
Blood and sin and fear.

And as their temples
of iron and stone and glass
Soared toward Heaven,

Shamans came no more
To the misty caverns, came
no more to his shrines.

Gone was the sweet smoke
rising from the firstborn of
flock and field and sea.

Ox and wolf and stag
fading, flaking from both wall
and long memory.

All that remained, then
Were lines of crumbling ochre,
Dust to Dream to Dust.

Waiting for a time
when the wide, waking world
dreamt the Dreamer anew.

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  1. Funny, i was just attackimg religion in my own mind.

  2. My first visit and I am quite impressed really..not that it should really matter but enjoyed your take on prompt..

    Dust to Dream to Dust

    Lines are so much true and therefore scary.. would love if you could reciprocate the visit..that’s how the world of thoughts would expand..

  3. @Duffy Faith is a beautiful thing, until you get religion involved, lol.

    @Ramesh Thank you so much for stopping by! I totally agree, it is by sharing with each other that we share the fruits of our experience! I have added your blog to my reader list!

  4. It was sad sad thing that happened then, isn’t it. You’ve put our loss into powerful words.

  5. Oh, to redream the dreamer – lovely.

  6. Wonderful poem I really love “Waiting for a time
    when the wide, waking world
    dreamt the Dreamer anew.’
    You paint such a powerful image.


  7. @Andree Thanks for stopping by, I would say it is both sad and encouraging, because we always have a shot at bringing the circle back around to good. 🙂

    @Tumblewords Thank you, my friend! 😀

    @Melanie THANKS! And also thanks for Friending me on El Feisbuk, I’m looking forward to being pals!

  8. That captures how I feel. Thank you for writing this.

  9. @Sandy Thank you for being such a faithful reader and commenter! 😀

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