An Ancient Cinderella Story

Across the sea,
The Mediterranean flows, Forth From the Nile,
She Rhadopis,
Stands,
With curls of golden honey,
Eyes of Acanthus,

Searching for the sea, to carry her away,
In rose red slippers,
She spins, she weaves, she grows weary,
She falls,

A pharaoh swoons,
A lotus flower,
Tresses, as feathery as papyrus,
A gemstone of the Nile,
An ancient Cinderella story.

Cleopatra

With curls the shade of serpent’s blood,
Twisting and knotting,
Coiling and plunging,
Around pearls of antique cream,
A neck of bronzed skin,
Her mouth of vintage wine,
Every drop savoured,
Seduced by the tongue of gods,

Egyptian goddess,
Haunting the throne,
Casting light over the Nile,
Valleys and basins,
Fountain of youth,
Immortalised in the history books,

Ravens bask in beauty, Cobra’s dance in song,
The mellow harp plays,
The heart rose of dawn,
Casting shadows across the chamber night,
Written in the wind,
Bound by the tides,
Noosed by decree,
Their hearts a timeless muse,

Cleopatra and Antony.

Twisted Wire

On battle fields, Of barren land, He a warlord, An oath to the gods, Tied to Odin, folklore binds, He gives himself to the skies, In charging light, In ink snaked arms, Painted in the earths clay, Shielded by armour, … Continue reading