My poem: Egypt scarab: gen

This was inspired by another entry from the Historium, an Egyptian scarab amulet which was found in a tomb. This is a kyrielle.

Scarab Heart by okapi

May god Anubis weigh my heart,
judge it to be the lighter part,
and grant the coming life hail me.
O scarab heart do not fail me!

Between cold fingers golden charm,
O beetle, keep my way from harm,
though burdens grave now assail me,
O scarab heart do not fail me.

As scarab young fly from the heap,
As sun god skyward makes a leap,
may I pass, may death unveil me,
O scarab heart do not fail me.

O hear my cry, O hear my plea,
that fortune fine will set me free,
free from all to weigh and ail me,
O scarab heart do not fail me.

Poet's Corner: Emily Dickinson and Charles Bukowski

Today feels like an random assortment kind of day. Minor and Minisculus have soccer games in the afternoon so I had to do laundry early today so they have socks and I was collaging in my pajamas for the Egypt poem and drinking coffee in the morning (normally it's after lunch) so everything happening on the wrong day and at the wrong time for a Sunday. So, in deference to the motif, here's a pair of poems randomly thrown together.

They shut me up in prose by Emily Dickinson


They shut me up in Prose –
As when a little Girl
They put me in the Closet –
Because they liked me “still” –

Still! Could themself have peeped –
And seen my Brain – go round –
They might as wise have lodged a Bird
For Treason – in the Pound –

Himself has but to will
And easy as a Star
Look down opon Captivity –
And laugh – No more have I

tonight by Charles Bukowski

“your poems about the girls will still be around
50 years from now when the girls are gone,”
my editor phones me.

dear editor:
the girls appear to be gone
already.

I know what you mean

but give me one truly alive woman
tonight
walking across the floor toward me

and you can have all the poems

the good ones
the bad ones
or any that I might write
after this one.

I know what you mean.

do you know what I mean?