Lascaux All is shadow until light flickers or flashes and stone walls quicken with a galloping procession: cantering antelope with spiked horns, horse's sun-soaked brown flank, spotted bull staring at its spindly-legged twin with rolling muscular middle. A bristly-maned horse is dwarfed by a massive bull bowing his head. Inside the twisting corridors of the cave, one room has been named apse, another nave, linking this house of creatures born of the flourish of a brush in a dark time beyond memory with skyward thrusting stone harboring in glowing glass a man holding on his lap a lamb, hovering above him, a dove. Kate Deimling Kate Deimling is a translator and writes poetry and fiction. Her poems have recently appeared in Rockvale Review and Steam Ticket. She has translated six books from French on topics ranging from Renaissance art to the wine industry. A native New Orleanian, she lives in Brooklyn, New York with her family.
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