The Rocky Palm
The pyramid's gallant angel retains the apex.
Khufu's hand is spread, palms facing down
Taking shape over some infant's head.
As if completing an unseen stone, a lateral line.
The child lifted his arm in a greeting swing.
The climb is tough, Parents of Kindness.
Such stones are rough, as are intriguing hearts.
It twitched such as echo, a wild aching feeling.
Each angel's voice lauds The glory, Highness.
Serenity in the gloomy, harsh magical lane.
Written: January 11, 2022
Inspired by a Leonardo Da Vinci Art Tableau
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2022
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