06 February 2025

Ochre

Ochre-faced dreams haunt me.
I try to remember why I call it 
Ochre but I can't recall.

The quest takes me to an ancient 
Cave. Pitch dark and only a 
Kerosene torch to look ahead.

The smell of soot, cough and 
Ancient cold in tattered clothes. 
I hold the torch to the walls-

The Cave-Paintings in red dye. 
Hunting, Killing, and boiling 
Cauldrons with bodies..

A sudden slam of pale face at me.
It's my History teacher yelling 
"Ochre is Ferrous oxide..
Mineral used in cave paintings."

Ancient piss tightens my bladder.
I wake up. 10th class history paper 
And there's that question.

Occhre I write. A caveman comes
Running and slaps me for the
Spelling mistake I made.

Suddenly I am in a class at
The edge of a mountain.
Writing ochre a hundred.

Only question in mind.. why is 
English ma'am naked?
The PE sir charges at me with 
Cuss words after that thought.

Seems they're a thing from ancient 
Times. But why the hell he would 
Speak correct English this time?