Poem Hunter
008. Egyptian Morning
JK ( / Crawley)

008. Egyptian Morning

As many men sweat and groan
with heavy stones on ropes to pull
the pyramid grows and grows
like a small child growing up

The man in charge watches on
whip in his clenched fist
his dark eyes look over the work
his ears alert for rebellion

The pharaoh sits in his palace
unaware of the troubles of his slaves
drinking fine palm wine
from a large golden chalice

The sphinx lies on its plinth
like the king of beasts taking a rest
demanding respect from all
its large yellow form
casting spooky shadows on the sand
as the sun rises up over the horizon

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Comments (10)

Ahan wow what an interesting poem described ribed well on the pyramids, one of the spectacular wonders of the world. U wrote it with a skillfully poetic pen and captured the scenes well. U must have visited Egypt a very historical place to be in ah. Kudos and great to read u again.
A fine poem but marred slightly perhaps by historical misconceptions? A PBS special I saw several years ago spoke in some detail about the 'privileged classes' of artisans who worked on the pyramids, sphinx, etc., saying that the examination of the villages in which they worked shows that they were not slaves at all but highly skilled and highly paid artists and construction workers. Newly discovered tombs reveal that they were in fact quite wealthy and also received excellent medical care as evidenced by how well broken bones were set, etc.
Very descriptive. Can picture it very clearly. Thank you
A very descriptive poem. I love history and poems that poems that help bring history to life. A similar poem could be written about many points in history, but I believe the pharaoh is rarely as ignorant of the pain he causes. Darla :)
This is beautiful. I love the way you make me picture everything in my mind although I don't know what all those things look like in reality, I mean I haven't seen them myself. Great job! Keep up the good work!
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