the asp was forced

into it’s devil role….

his shining body

pricking with intention

sliding through the folds of pathetic drama

to fulfil this desperate pantomime..

a reluctant

fictitious grief……love bite on her breast

and pharaohs shadow

a private dancer on the wall

tangled in hieroglyphic orders….

gold is swiped in sparkling distraction and crowns falter.


the dark, the dusk

comforts and fills our lungs

with night magic and secret calm…..

crickets peddle their wares

and frogs croak distantly

smells of swamp fertility

mark our hearts with gentle peace

the nile slides black and full

lapping inky rhythm.

Back inside the guards are shouting

wine has spilled

and the golden breast fades into blue

her ego departs

none the wiser

to the lapis castle in the sky




Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

30 thoughts on “Cleopatra

      1. Have a happy wonderful coming week… safe.

        ♥ ❀ ✿ Namaste ❀ ✿ ♥



    1. Thanks jennifer… i think it needs some more work but it needed to come out, I kept waking up thinking about the use of the asp to perpetuate a horrible self-made drama… oooh anyway now the asp has found his voice!


  1. Another S word: Seductive. 😀 Sliding and pricking and folds, oh my! *mopping forehead*

    In all seriousness, though…I felt, smelled and lived this one. Thank you for that.


    1. good, it was a thought that had to be written down… one day I might work on it a little more…
      I’m glad it took you there, and lucky you could come back really, pretty dramatic place of dangerous contradictions and ignorance…..


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