Hathor and Amon
Tuesday, 9. October 2007, 10:39:58
Hathor and Amon
October 1, ‘07
Her existence within
Those withered amber scripts
Shone through the faded hieroglyphs--
Too bright for the parchment to hold.
The strength of his hand
Within the whorls of hers
Stirred through the pages.
Between her and me
Rests a long path of time,
Her existence is yellowed,
Obscure in a few blurry scribbles
By an unknown hand of forgotten years;
Mine, however, is fixed in present.
And still I heard her voice,
Sonorous in the silence—
I am the Queen of Dance,
The Mistress of Music,
The One who fills the sanctuary with joy…
The joy of secreting the cosmos?
The Joy of Love, came the whisper,
I have loved.
I have breathed
The Breath of Life.
And it was then that I
Felt her existence,
Not in the yellowed parchments,
But in the golden sun
And in the golden sand…
And through the Breeze of Life
Ran the voice of the celestial goddess…
I have loved.
-Symphony
It was written for a wonderful game in the Literature Network, called Picture Poetry Contest, where you have to write a poem inspired by a picture given. The winner this round was me (couldnt help mentioning that could I?
) The picture was of queen Nefertari and goddess Isis, though I blabbed about Hathor and Amon in the above entry.
October 1, ‘07
Her existence within
Those withered amber scripts
Shone through the faded hieroglyphs--
Too bright for the parchment to hold.
The strength of his hand
Within the whorls of hers
Stirred through the pages.
Between her and me
Rests a long path of time,
Her existence is yellowed,
Obscure in a few blurry scribbles
By an unknown hand of forgotten years;
Mine, however, is fixed in present.
And still I heard her voice,
Sonorous in the silence—
I am the Queen of Dance,
The Mistress of Music,
The One who fills the sanctuary with joy…
The joy of secreting the cosmos?
The Joy of Love, came the whisper,
I have loved.
I have breathed
The Breath of Life.
And it was then that I
Felt her existence,
Not in the yellowed parchments,
But in the golden sun
And in the golden sand…
And through the Breeze of Life
Ran the voice of the celestial goddess…
I have loved.
-Symphony
It was written for a wonderful game in the Literature Network, called Picture Poetry Contest, where you have to write a poem inspired by a picture given. The winner this round was me (couldnt help mentioning that could I?
) The picture was of queen Nefertari and goddess Isis, though I blabbed about Hathor and Amon in the above entry. 
