Rough seas all night
rock falls from cliffs
the cave is rearranged
rocks pebbles shingle sand.
A squeeze-through opening is new.
Our torches prick the gloom
Jake it is who finds it.
Wished it had been me,
but his beam picks it out,
reflects back two bright eyes.
We try both beams, but still the gloom
ignores them and their fading batteries.
Octopus or giant spider
five legs a wing
sabre toothed a put-together beast
a composite of several looks Egyptian
a holiday memento sort of thing.
Something odd about it, though.
Neither can say what
but we both feel it.
want to run but hold our ground.
Jake goes to stroke the image then so do I.
The eyes stare steadily and yellowly ahead.
the rock on which it sits is split was split (but when?)
down to its base
the cleft its facing walls
four finger widths apart
flow with foetal shapes some fully formed
all coming from its flesh.
We're rich! says Jake and famous.
Lascaux Chauvet Laas Gaa'l The Cave of Swimmers
Nothing to top this Stone Age Sci-Fi, this!
Wait 'till we tell...
Let's sit on it a bit (this from me)
Tomorrow we'll return
with all the gear and cameras.
Another night of pounding seas
and we are back our fading batteries replaced
that are not needed daylight floods the cave
a shaft above another fall of rock and our way blocked.
Dismay our chance of fame destroyed.
It's Jake again who spots it first
a jagged stone with a glass eye
and just a hint or two of paint
to indicate malevolent intent.
We take it home they all discredit it
a natural crystal in the rock an oxide stain
No one believes our tale.
That afternoon police arrived to seal the cave.
POLICE KEEP OUT their notice reads.
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