We looked up at the pyramids. Caught in their majesty. Awed by their stature.
“Well, it’s not Cornwall!” I said.
There was agreement all round, and so off we went to check out the Sphinx
We looked up at the pyramids. Caught in their majesty. Awed by their stature.
“Well, it’s not Cornwall!” I said.
There was agreement all round, and so off we went to check out the Sphinx
They do so love it,
so much, in fact,
that I have to hide it.
As a rule, like Magpies,
Jackdaws are attracted to shiny things,
the glistening of lost wedding rings
and things that go bling in the light.
My big Sphinx of quartz
is very precious to me,
and I would hate for it to be
stolen by a sable clad aviator
for their collection.
Correction: I would really hate it –
even though it is fictional,
just a thing of words.
She gave me funny looks,
crochet hooks,
second-hand books,
and a map of denial.
.
So, I travelled to Egypt,
by camel, by foot,
where I smiled at the Sphinx,
and called out, ‘Hapsut!’
I listens
and I thinks
I’m inscrutable,
like the Sphinx;
and I’ve got a big head
and the body of a lion;
but, that’s where the similarity ends.