Egyptian Desert Memory

Kristin Reynolds
Author: Kristin Reynolds
Word Count: 236
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Egyptian Desert Memory

This poem is about my innate love of Egypt. For whatever reason, it is in my blood. This is about the feeling that I’ve been there before, but have not, at least not in this lifetime.

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! Creative Writing & Poetry !, "Poetry and Beautiful Women" , All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Parallel Dimensions, Up & Coming Writers and WMG

The Egyptian sun cakes
my torment
with waterless oceans packed
behind eyelids,
marking my passage with
gorge-carved cones and rods –
emeralds scuffed – peeling
and popping
within their sockets,
reverberating ageless sight
into the tombs
of kings.

The whiteness of booming Gods
glints
off of each atom carefully placed;
the sliced stone mortuary’s hold
as precise and succinct
as the meaning
of war.

My cutting rope sandals lead the way
(they know the way the old ones
meant – like riding a bike)
grinding each beat of my feet
with their truth –
pain in this state is an act
meant for sun;
down on the knees of the one made
to endure;
rushed from the desert with nothing
but an internal compass
and wisdom from a sky
made to rule.

Towards treasure
not meant for the mortal;
words not meant for the
staircase –
to heaven not meant to be
seen with the I’s,
just
I.

The wind kicks the breath from my beating
heart north –
towards stars;
towards home;
away from the way of the meaning of
lost things;
chasing this thought with my fingers outstretched
across the God’s eye –

the orange of dusk,
leaving the desert
for home.

Here I am –

Hathor displaced.
An idol encased.
A being well placed on the map
of the Gods.

Encased in the tomb towards
pyramids call.

© Kristin Reynolds 1 09

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