Moving tombs Cairo’s streets shift into light-laden pathways for pharaohtombs on the move A slow-paced spectacle of twenty-two royal mummiesserenaded by symphony & songparaded along the Nile cornicheto a new resting place Ramses II & Hatshepsut arms folded in timeover chests unmovingunder camera’s eyes in vehicles made to mimicdeath boats – surely thereis a stirring… And the Curse flitslike… Continue reading Poem 95 – Moving tombs
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Poem 93 – Book In My Hands
Book In My Hands This birthing emotional spectrum from stardust to deep earth to seed to trunk to treethe heavy pressing into pagesoh the holding of Time – inked A book the galaxy of its giving its open-hearted takingthe glorious exchange between writer & readerthe tongue the ear the sounds of life delivered the feasting… Continue reading Poem 93 – Book In My Hands
Poem 82 – Nervous
Nervous There are leaping lemurs in my bellypushing off branches of worry & snappingthem against the bottom of my rib cagemy stomach a cage of sorts…a jungle of anxieties I can’t nameit’s a right undiscoverable terrain in therethat my logic can’t discern This type of steadfast flustering arrivesunannounced & somehow knows theentrance password…breathing helps &soft… Continue reading Poem 82 – Nervous
Poem 77 – Spindle
Spindle spins constantlypushed by the invisiblehands of Karma or Time or both flexible needle a moveable beastsnaking inside my body pin-tipped pricking my tonguemy eardrum the belly of my colonvocal chords eyeballs the tender cushions of my soles – my souleven in her graceful hiding spots oh my heart is a beloved destinationalas this curse is… Continue reading Poem 77 – Spindle
VANESSA SHIELDS 