The dark intestine of the sea
Swallowed a colony of moonlit bats,
God laughed and threw a new
Canopic jar of graceful waves
For Set and Horus to quarrel over;
God smiled again and the darkness
Stampeded over distant green hills,
Horus cried and Set fainted;
God grimaced and the luminous
Blackness enveloped every flower,
Ancient cliffs and ghastly crabs remained
Transfixed by limpid moonshine;
But the pale owl wrapped its feathers
Around the spirit of every paperbark tree;
Victorious as ever, Pallas traced
The eldritch mnemonics of the Big Dipper
To the earth and Arcturus
Rejoined in an angelic syzygy
Categories:
canopic, imagination, lost, myth, rainforest,
Form: Free verse
There are treasures untold
untouched
inside my soul
Like King Tut's tomb
buried beneath the sand
Wondrous wealth
A heart of gold
Loyalty like lapis lazuli
precious and rare
Amulets of affection
Canopic jars of care
The loom on which
I weave my words
into tapestries
telling my stories
The sarcophagus in which
my spirit soundly sleeps
waiting to be awakened
by one who's brave
and bold enough
to break the sacred seal
and show me love is real
Categories:
canopic, history, loneliness, love,
Form: Rhyme
Green Oasis in the midst of burning sands.
Milk ed Maidens in garb of headdress band.
Soaked in milk and butters cream.
Supple like the grass, taught like the reed.
Come back to me, fall back to your
Leige.
The dry hollowed Papyrus unlocks
the Sundials mystery.
Tells not the tale of my voyaged seventh sea.
Sarcophagus be damned.
I will procure the scarab from the Genie,
the Cyclops, Jason,
or whomever holds the Goldening,
that was fleeced from me.
I will take my birthright
from their blooding hands.
As the Nile bleeds
onto the fertile crescent lands.
See it in your Astronomy.
Canopic jar it with your gland.
The Sphinx's eyes gleam and Sirius,
it shines for me.
By God's own hand.
Categories:
canopic, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
Craning necks at cranial skies, coiled in Canopic thoughts,
A cavalcade of silhouettes patrol through cosmic courts,
And pressing down these temples, pillars of an ancient pride,
They spill in crowded jungle-time upon what hopes I hide.
Categories:
canopic, angst, confusion, depression, identity,
Form: Verse
A sprawling sun it's anchor plucks
Drifting anchorless, below the horizon ducks
A canopic relic storing spent day in timeless trust
Well-timed descent bearing the residual thrust
Borne with gilded shades of chardonnay shadowing Helios's lust
A lustful pinwheel of spent angel dust
On flaming angelic wings his smoldering ember doth swagger and sway
Swaying, burnished folds swiveling in neon crust
Swiveled caricature of fleeting, ruddy bust
Smoldering, fleeting climax appended to day's heated fray
Abridging shadows of gray pall the libidinous display
Displaying the deviant beams from Selene's hideaway
Selene casts a melancholy disk her tides to foam
Brokered tidings from Helios's now distant dome
Categories:
canopic, adventure, art, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme