Your kiss is like a pomegranate
ripened under Kemet's sun
and your sway of hip could make me slip
to sip forbidden wine, when the day is done.
Curls hide the flushed and petaled cheek
and hesitation robs my tongue
of words I long to speak,
and sing the lovesong left unsung.
White linen murmurs as you walk
your perfumed oil makes senses whirl.
A woman under soft moonlight,
when yesterday you were a girl.
Tonight I'll taste that kiss again
a pomegranate for my taking,
and swear to you by Hathor's name
all other maids, I'll be forsaking.
A contest entry
- quick-ie by Oh.My.Juliet.
850 points, ended November 2, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
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This. Is. Beautiful.
Thank you for penning!
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Ah the palms and the sundried dates. The fishmongers' calls at dusk, the pyramids ablaze as Ra settles in.
And a typical Egyptian love poem whispered in the cool evening breeze. Loved the knowledge of Ancient Egytian life in your write. Like all good poems, it seems basic and deceptively easy in reading and writing. Loved it, loving it and will love it!
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Love this! Thanks for bringing me to Egypt! You have captured the feeling.
Love,
Amera
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Wow. I love the depth of love portrayed in so few stanzas. Breathtaking!! You are a truly talented poet!!
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Hathor smile upon you!
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That Hathor has bestowed her blessings upon this confident Authoress is without doubt!
Such a lovely declaration of love versed here in this piece. Just in the reading of the piece I am taken back in time to view the fem subject star .
Like a fine novel this absorbs and inspires the reader.
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Oh!
Such a passionate, tantalizing write! Well done, Poetess.
Love
Myra
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