One Poem by Alun Robert

Written in response to this month’s Special Challenge.

Bovinae At Large

No longer a bellow
no pungent aroma
no insect infestation
or pristine groomed coat
no pointed horns to threaten
or charging at pace
no clouds of toxic dust, rising
to pollute the dank ether

just my image of your existence
reminding me and descendants
that once you gave up life
proffering sustenance
keeping me alive
in Green Spain, my home

though now you are gone
except in my mind
recreated on my walls
tinted in strokes, from
red and black pigment and
the sweat of my brow

then once every millennia
I return paying homage
to your existence and being
to Cantabria at the cave
for I am a spirit
mere abstract illusion
seeping from my Valhalla
only surviving in death

        and Altamira.


Alun Robert is a prolific creator of lyrical verse. Of late, he has achieved success in poetry competitions and featured in international literary magazines, anthologies and on the web. He particularly enjoys ekphrastic challenges.

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