Archive | December, 2015

Born in a Calais camp

14 Dec

Fleeing from endless war,

They walk for a thousand miles or more.

To flee horrors that never cease,

They brave stormy seas.

A scared man, his terrified wife and an unborn child.
They walk away,

from a homeland of doom,

Yet border guards tell them

there’s no room

For a scared man, his terrified wife and an unborn child.
So on a cold December night,

Out of mind of out of sight,

In a tent of tarpaulin,

By a candles faint light,

They took shelter,

As her time was near,

A scared man, his terrified wife and their unborn child.
What life can they have when nothing they own,

A long way from home,

To them no gifts of compassion, mercy shown,

To this scared man, his terrified wife and his newborn child.

Hidden chamber

1 Dec

With the presence of new hidden chambers detected in Tutankhamun’s tomb, here is my poem influenced by Tutertiti fever! 

Hidden chamber 

What will be behind that door,

Sealed with painted plaster for 3000 years or more,

Papyrus rolls,

Hieroglyphs 

to dispel entrenched myths.

Necklaces of carnelian

Gold amulets and signet rings

A multitude of wonderful things?

Perhaps the body of a lost queen

A chamber pristine?

A tomb within a tomb,

A divine teen with his stepmother queen,

What will be behind that door?