Het Heru
13 May 2024

It is time
this totem is mine
Blue bells chime
to my rhyme
A thought weaving so pristine
river Nile a shrine

A frame fair
shivers through your hair
effigy
melody
you walk into crooks of me
chosen ecstasy

Het Heru
you grow within me
like a tree
dancing free
arms extended white and blue
your embrace so true

Reading of the poem:

Ancient Egyptian Music – Hathor