MemoriesDistant dreams or memoriesMemories in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I never know anymore
I am joyful of this gift
Flashes of these haunting scenes...
Hot air and the laughter of priestesses and dancers
Our sistrums and bracelets chime as we sway
The sand and white buildings against the bright blue sky.
My arms and voice raised...
...singing the songs of tribute and love
Shielding my eyes from the burning sun
Mawat scolding me for not keeping covered
The smell of rich earth and water...
Wonder and peace
Running through the marshes with him
Our bows ready
The taste of wild geese...
Cinnamon skin beneath my lips
Myrrh and lotus fill the air
Mut and The Lady of the East smile upon me
Cool nights as the crescent moon hung...
Where Nut arched above us as we danced in the courtyard