Where shifting sands murmur discontent,
and lotus columns rise to seek the sky
I sat beneath a lone acacia tree
making notes of what we found that day.
A cruel wind blew from the land of Seth,
invading sand grated tooth and tongue,
and tepid water from the old canteen
barely quenched my thirst beneath that sun.
Perhaps I dozed, of that I am not sure,
or tiredness played a trick with reverie,
but I was sure I saw you standing there
beneath erased image of a queen.
I stumbled on the rubble, you were gone,
grazed fingers touched what I thought was a stone,
but when I looked, a scarab cabochon
nestled in my dust encrusted palm.
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Comments
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I love this. The imagery was lovely and the assonance gave this a good kick. Interesting, creative flashback.
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Beautiful and timeless.
With symbols of fleetingness evident. Well done!
Love
Myra
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I love reading things from your life: you have such a rich life filled with mystery and interest. I love of course the description of the place, and of course the scarab detail.
I love the realism of the imagery combined with the mythology. The first line is glory incarnate to me: "Where shifting sands murmur discontent". I love your description of the sand in your mouth, and the disappointing tepid canteen. I love the dreamlike quality.
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