![]() A Mummy's ViewpointA Poem by Christine Anne Shaw![]() (an alternative view after a museum visit in Oxford)![]()
Encased in glass, I lie supine,
as people pass by single file. My body bound by linen strips in geometric patterned style of ancient Egypt's craftsmanship. A Roman portrait at my head, my lips are pursed, too sad to smile. "She was a beauty", I hear said, "How did she meet her early death? Her pearls portray a life of wealth, too bad her riches and her gold could not have bought her better health". Into a stranger's land I'm brought, away from all I've ever known, where day to day I am displayed undignified, away from home. The afterlife I had in mind was where I languished in my dreams, yet here within museum walls, it's not the heaven that it seemed. My silent cries are lost to all, how small I am within this place. Repatriate me, please I ask to find elation on my face.
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23 Reviews Added on March 1, 2019 Last Updated on March 1, 2019 AuthorChristine Anne ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutHave been at Writerscafe for two years now, content to be in the company of like minded souls who love poetry. There are many talented poets on this forum. Have been reading poetry most of my life,.. more..Writing
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