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.

A Duet of Olive and Cypress Tones

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Emerging,

Unfolding under the early morning mist,

Under the canopy, Eyes of jade awaken,

Wood and musk,

Dance across her nose,

A duet of olive and cypress tones,

Flowers and feathers,

Fetch, through hair of raven night,

Ripened,

Sunlight sneaks, through darkened leaves,

Shadows cast,

Holding the light above her eyes,

Painted moss,

streams of yellow and blue,

Silken silver hues,

Branches droop,

Ancient groves,

Vines tiptoe,

Slip over her toes,

Wrap and bind,

Engulf,

Rooted,

Under the olive tree,

Of Greek mythology,

She a distant memory,

Lost on the tides of time.

Papyrus Flowers

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Of mossy stones, unturned, in plighted love of yearn, she whispers sweetly, daringly across the sands of time, the wind it breaks the silence, in hissing undertones, carries her tune, olden yore, the lute and papyrus flower, offered to the gods, swathed in linen cloth.

The Quaint Little Village of Mundaka

I’m sitting on the beach at Bakio, Spain, two towns away from Mandaka, to my right there are steep cliffs jutting out of the ocean, the rocks below getting smashed by white water. Several houses surround, perched on top of … Continue reading