Sunday, July 27, 2014

Nefertiti



Mummy dearest,
corkscrewed queen,
embedded six feet down.

Headpiece removed,
your skull looks normal;
too much like mine.

The gods are relieved your reign is complete.
Plague, Old Testament kind;
blood, locusts, first born.

Did they bury you fancy,
with rings on; the sapphire
I gave you for your birthday.

Rest.  There will be no dig; no museum,
no squandering of your remains,
no flowers.


tk/July 2014


Beautifully read by R.A.D. Stainforth ...





23 comments:

  1. Your words are exquisite.

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  2. I must visit Berlin at some point.

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  3. Ah well...the poem I would have liked to have been able to write! A really grand job done there..

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  4. I loved the point of view you used for this piece - great work!

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  5. well turns out there is a museum!! but what a beautiful poem!

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  6. You never know. Mother of important persons are oft revered. Just look what happened to Mary!

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  8. The full horror of modern airliner crashes ...so eloquently expressed

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  9. Your words always evoke such visually stunning imagery!

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  10. Lovely Tess, I love where the image took you.

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  11. Hey Tess , you familiar with Guatav Moreaus art ? Just discovered him...wow...Galatea

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  12. Somewhat spiteful as an epitaph, no? :-)

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  13. Oh yes indeed I wonder too! Will we ever know the truth or was it all just a dream?!

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  14. "Mummy dearest..." Bahahaha! Wonderful!

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  15. Mummy dearest, corkscrewed queen - and she hated wire hangers...

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  16. Beautiful. You had me at "corkscrewed queen". I love your words! Great prompt this week :)
    ~Jen

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  17. "Corkscrewed queen" love it. As ever.

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  18. Love 'mummy dearest' and 'corkscrewed queen.'

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