In the gateway
time becomes a serpent.
Its gaping mouth is the moment
and long weird lanes
draw themselves across the countryside.
A rainbow shines in the night sky.
Processions of animals march through dream;
stag, hound, bull, salmon,
to the god
who wears the torque and holds the serpent.
My camera fails to capture the image
alive before closed eyes
This image is borrowed from the following website: http://www.native-science.net/Gundestrup-Cauldron.htm
*The language and imagery in this poem have a basis in Nietzsche’s ‘The Vision and the Riddle (.2)’ from Thus Spake Zarathrustra- a scene which had a great impact on my perception of time many years ago. It can be found here: http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Thus_Spake_Zarathustra/Part_Three#46._The_Vision_and_the_Riddle