Tag Archives: History

The Sphinx 

28 Oct

Pharaohs, conquerors come and go but the Sphinx remains….

The Sphinx 


I lie upon the arid sand,

A relic from an ancient land.

One face,

Many names

Khafre,

Horus on the horizon,

Father of terror.

My secrets are my own,

Such secrets unknown,

Hidden.

I’ve seen it all,

Mighty men,

Would be gods,

Kings,

Conquerors,

Keeping power by majesty, sword and gun.

Iron men easily corrode.

I lie upon the sands,

I gaze and smile,

Adored by those 

From beyond the banks of the Nile.

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Princeps

31 Aug

Not a King,

An actor upon a newly marble stage.

Divi Filius,

Adopted by Uncle Julius,

Caesar

But what’s in a name?

Made divine,

Constant with the annual passing of time,

Eighth of Twelve.

An actor needs a costume,

Armour makes way for priestly robes.

Warrior now builds bridges.

No to Rex,

He shall be instead

Princeps.

Union

8 Apr

Why should I be sad on my wedding day?

The bells ring, the people of Auld Reekie say

Was it James who said to Westminster,

You the husband, she is the bride,

She the Mrs, you the mister.
Why not marry,

For long we have tarried.

For a century, we have courted,

One King,

A flag of red white and blue flown atop ships,

Scottish stories on English lips.
Paranoia drove necessary action,

Fear over succession or invasion,

Taking the throne from a brother 

to promise to a distant cousin.
Not a love match,

But a dynastic match,

Strategy over romance you see,

When Anne takes her daughter to the altar

To do her duty.

‘I will grow to love you,’ the groom does say,

‘I promise to honour love and obey’

Despite the promise of a new birth,

Why is she sad on her wedding day?

   
 

Poem: Union Jack

7 Apr

I’m writing a series of poems about the Stuarts and how their dynasty helped create for better or worse the Britain we have today. Here is a shape poem, called Union Jack.

  

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?

Tut’s wife

15 Aug



She brought him something old,

A throne of gold.

The change of names was something new,

The golden mask was borrowed,

The garland laid on his coffin,

blue.
  

Piercing the Veil. 90 years since Tut’s discovery

4 Nov

To commemorate the 90th anniversary of the discovery of Tutankhamun’s tomb by Howard Carter, I’ve written verse about the thrill of discovery.

Piercing the veil

We shone a light into the tomb,
Piercing the antique veil of gloom,
The candle begins to flicker, flicker, flicker,
Curiosity made our hearts beat quicker, quicker,
At first we saw nothing, nothing,
But then something,
Strange shadows danced upon the walls,
Animals, men silent sentinels of the underworld
then the warm glow of gold,
Everywhere the glint of gold,
In that one second we crossed centuries,
Millennia,
In that one glimpse we entered an ancient world.
We lifted the shroud,
We pierced the veil.

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