David Cauldwell

Idol of the Lost Temple

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Idol of the Lost Temple

from 381.91
  • Prints on high gloss, high quality photo paper using archival inks

  • From a LIMITED EDITION of 22 (per size)

  • FREE shipping

  • Signed and numbered Certificate of Authenticity

  • Print comes with its own unique poem (see below), printed on high quality photo paper, A4 sized, which could be hung next to the print

  • Print only, not framed

  • Commissions available (info@davidcauldwell.com)

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  • Prints on high gloss, high quality photo paper using archival inks

  • From a LIMITED EDITION of 22 (per size)

  • FREE shipping

  • Signed and numbered Certificate of Authenticity

  • Print comes with its own unique poem (see below), printed on high quality photo paper, A4 sized, which could be hung next to the print

  • Print only, not framed

  • Commissions available (info@davidcauldwell.com)

IDOL OF THE LOST TEMPLE

On jungle track through vines he hacks
Floor tangled mangled with an array of plants
Some he trips over
Some he trips with
Leaves peeled back from sweaty brow
Foliage suddenly relenting and a gaping hole
A tunnel emerging from seemingly nowhere
Who’s been here before?
Down a chute of darkness
Probably a kilometre away
The faintest glimmer of light
All the motivation he needs to enter
Ankles wet in tunnel slosh
Rocky wall a dripping chaperone
To the mystery at the other end
In the middle he stops, switches off his torch
The weight of this darkness, of this mountain
Hanging heavy on every cell suddenly
Soon enough, dripping water sounds like voices
Conversations from another time
Folding in on themselves in abject darkness
Torch on, footsteps quicken
One earth tremor and this tunnel could be home
Forever
Darkness receding, glimmering light brighter, bigger
And then a door matted with vines
Illuminated by flame flicker
Beside the door, a figure
Guardian of whatever lies behind
He expects a voice from the idol
No words spoken, but the message delivered
This door will only open
With the key of a single act
Rasping knocker to the rhythm of the soul
Easier to hear once walked through darkness and silence
For a composition plays eternally
Venerated in long forgotten passageways
And temples of genuflection to Self
Genuine reflections heard crisply
In the contemplation of muted idols

Poem comes printed on A4-sized paper, unframed

Poem comes printed on A4-sized paper, unframed