Shrill like the screech of dying birds you talk with such sorrow in words watching sadly the blinded herds there is no mercy in their hearts
A tale of hatred spun in waves like beasts erupting from their caves on a grieving Earth that none saves blood shed only one colour: red
Energy precious not to waste On the tip of my tongue I taste One world to foster with no haste Together we are so much more
Reading of the poem:
Written in the context of Ronovanwrites challenge in Ovi poetry using as inspiration the word “haste”. For more contributions and to see the rules, follow this link
The Cleopatra Tales 10: Elevating the sah
24 February 2023
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Rise up thou Geetha, this. Stand up thou mighty one being strong. Sit thou with the gods, do thou that which did Hathor in the great house in Annu.
Thou hast received thy sah, not shall be fettered thy foot in heaven, not shalt thou be turned back upon earth
Hail to thee, Geetha, on this thy day [when] thou art standing before Nut [as]
she cometh from the cast, [when] thou art endued with this thy sah among the souls.
[Her] duration of life is eternity, her limit of life is everlastingness in her sah.
I am a sah with her soul.
Reading of the Egyptian prayer / incantation
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