you are
a figure in the sunset,
suspended against the air.
it is easy
to paint the fall of your clothing,
trace the water of your hair.
in your hands
lie the empty curl of hopes
we have let drain across the years;
they are forlorn,
like sand drifts
carved by winds we cannot feel.
can you remember
the taste of victory -
its casual, joyous burn?
like pungent spices,
or the embers of Israelites
as they toil beside the Nile.
but you are ashes, now,
sandstone and dust-mites,
you are food for the scarabs.
your name
has been surrendered.
Author notes
From Divinity.
To Isis.
A contest entry
- UNPLANNED: Round 2 by Never Fall in Love.
400 points, ended February 13, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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No critique here - a stunning write.
well done
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i completely agree with ryan.
this was stellar.
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This was amazing.
I think your personal style really shows through in this one. You have a poetic voice that is unique to you and becomes really powerful through your images.
The emotion is infinite in this write, and the visuals are stunning.
Brilliantly written, thanks for the entry . . .
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