Ghairo Daniels Poet Lyric

Akhet ! (DHR)

Come ! Oh, come with me into the Land of Khem 
we will journey through Akhet, Season of Inundation, when Earth sucks water like babes suck breast milk —

Come witness Lady Goddess Nile gurgle and hurdle through loops of Land, pregnant with squishy surrender to Sky’s surreal squirts swelling, heaving musky whispers enticing …
 
Come ! Oh, sprint into First Season of Three
not four did Goddess Nile seek, scintillating Trinity, reflecting — Father-Mother-Spirit —

River ripples her ebbs, flows, floods like lymph discharging down from Chariots of Love, nymphy 
nourishing our Land of Khem, a cyclical Dove
witness earthworms, opium opalescent intuiting 
satiated belly rising rotund      do not squirm !
…

Akhet ! Season smooching loam, replenishes with luscious silt, drifting deep into anaharta as River of Life weds exploration in every direction preparing for fruitful deliverance, split damp soft

So variegated from her sisters     Peret, stretching every stem…vine, pomegranate, camomile with senna theming henna     Shemu, who weans unwanting     tessellating harvests 

Come ! Oh, ramble with me as I rise from cell’s pillows      clouds winking Akhet’s regenerative watery pause —  fostering fennel, myrrh marrying our marrow with lute embracing flutes 
ibis watching wise-eyed cute

Enter alongside into my temple labours where ritually we will favour saluting Waters of Fate
chant to Osiris about rebirthing spectrums of 
spectres speculating species, hailing Angels to descend in marigold mercy… on flight beyond sight 

We will exalt Horus in holy frolic humbling nurturing Akhet’s pungent onions, garlic, chilli
barley with cassia respecting order of Three
 
Inner rhymes will tinkle     breath upon breath 
begets shadow with Light, scribing papyrus within sacred enclosures — Presence preps
Akhet, ambitious spawning cradle, Keeper of Lustre Listening Waters dark, falters no arcs

Rise ! Oh, rise with me to burn oil lamps low
speaking Names of the Dead lauding our efforts  ancestors quiver facing forthcoming harvests — 
linen, aloe abundant whoohoo hymns hoopoe 
        
Into Akhet’s kilns we will deposit Pharoah’s turquoise jewellery    caressingly we shall craft clay, making no mistakes, quaint guinea fowl quills piercingly ache, before treading to do 
                          our share in pyramids so fair !

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Ghairo Daniels October 4, 2026 at 11:17 PM [ Poet’s Note : In Ancient Egypt aka Land of Khem, life was determined by Three Seasons of approximately 120 days or four months each. Akhet was the first season in which fell Autumn, as we know it today, when the Nile flooded. Akhet lasted approximately mid-July to mid-November, known as Season of Inundation. Akhet was followed by Peret, when waters receded & crops grew, Season of Emergence/Growth, & lastly, Shemu, when harvesting occurred, Season of Harvest, which was the dry season.]😄