Image by Tess Kincaid, of Nefertiti Bust for Magpies Tales
All of a sudden
there she was.
Nefertiti's true story.
Her bust
at
Auld Lang Syne
Ever bright she shines.
Dazzling
was she
in old crowns
and regalia of ancient form
stowed by
yesterday's vault
beneath a sunlit ruins.
Worshipers of Aten
their funerary texts did abide
all else aside
this beautiful woman
as days unfold
reigned supreme
most powerful
ever striking in battle
her heart a furnace of gold.
Birthed in sunlight
spawning heirs
until
she was
gone.
Yet today, the reason for her disappearance is unknown.
15 comments:
You describe your own glory,
my dear K -
ALOHA from Honolulu
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- For the words are your own.
Cloudia, thanks so much. The photo this week absolutely does stir within me!
Excellent poem, like a beautiful song to Nefertiti!
We can only guess or dream her truth.
You did that very beautifully.
The photo is very evocative and your words fit perfectly Karen. Enjoyed very, very much!
Loved your poem Karen.
I see you did some research too - unless you knew about her already ~ Eddie :)
OH well done. I particularly like your closing lines, and:
her heart a furnace of gold.
Birthed in sunlight
Beautiful, intriguing post- I've been fascinated by ancient Egypt since I was a kid
very mysterious...and beguiling
The magic of the Egyptians lives on !
Bravo
"Birthed in sunlight" - nice.
Regal, resonating lines there.
I must say...a piece of brilliance in your words today!! Wow.
I was in Berlin but didn't visit the museum, stupid me!
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