The Flight of the Bennu
Born of the embers of cinnamon myrrh,
taking flight o’re the kingdom of Pharaoh.
The gods gave her pow’r and watched over her,
still she fell from the sky by an arrow.
Now the fluid of life that stained her wing
would consume any mortal winged fowl.
The pain that she felt was agonizing
as she covered the wound with her cowl.
Yet, lo and behold the stain disappeared
as the shaft of the arrow fell from skin
and the gods of Pharaoh silently cheered
with the sound of harps and a mandolin.
So the fate of the Bennu, the bird of fire,
lends pow’r to Egypt; ‘tis Pharaoh’s des're.












LOL This is filled with imagery abounding and both the rhythm and rhyme had it flowing effortlessly as I read aloud to myself. Your descriptive elegance is fantastic and I'm again left in awe of your work. Thank you for sharing with all of us and best wishes in the contest. Love you my friend, Joyce

















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