Echoes of an Ancient Call



Echoes of an Ancient Call - A collection of moments

By Leigh Kemp

Dreams of the past

It is easy in a dreamer’s mind, a mind held by the wilderness, to dream of ancient times, but in reality it is only a dream for we have broken a promise and pulled our civilization away from the ancient code. Now all we hear are echoes .....

These verses were written during a time spent at Little Mombo in the Okavango Delta. Most of the Photographs were taken from the walkway and deck of the lodge. They tell a small part of the story ...

Seasons

In the ancient song,
seasons
are mere moments
passing
into each other,
mere moments
in the passing of time,
and within the seasons
are moments
passing
unnoticed

From: A portrait of the seasons

Moments

A moment
unnoticed
in the happening
passing back to dust
unnoticed
but by a mere echo
in the shadow
of the passing

From: Mombo – The secret realm

Feather

Isolated
on a drying pan
a word
a sentence
updating an ancient script

From: Mombo – The secret realm

Space and Ancient Trails

In a time
untouched in our distance
ancient trails
newly trodden by the past
echo a distant land
a yearning
in patterns

From: Space and ancient trails

Flight and Sunsets

Space
envelopes the path of flight
and skies
red in the moments of evening
pass into time
and darkness
enveloping the path of all

From: Space and ancient trails

Morning

Mist flowed on the floodplains
silhouetting the rising dawn
and trees, leafless and full
rose above into a lighting sky
visions of a time before time

There was no roar
or distant whoop
to echo past the silhouettes
the world beyond was still
until the sun burnt through
and brought the time back

From: The morning song

Sunset

Silhouettes
highlighted
on fading orange
reflected
in dust

Paling
with darkness
into outlines
on a far, high horizon

From: Evening song

Greens

shades of green
full and fat
in plenty
shadowed in light
lighted in shadow
dulling
with time
into colours of green

From: A portrait of the seasons


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