Beloved of the Mother
written by: Holly Michaels
@poetholly
The Nile curves along my thighs
flows North against your desert lies,
defying
just by being,
in muddy waters men seek meaning
yet never reach the bottom
before shallow lungs expand
in final breaths.
Pyramids rise within my brow,
shrouds to lesser, weaker crowns,
Hieroglyphics spell
my reign of glory.
I am Egypt’s legacy,
the inheritance alive in me,
from ancient Cairo
to New York City,
I am Nefertari.
Holly Michaels is a poet from Appalachia writing on themes of love and loss. She is an outspoken advocate for social justice, social worker, mother, and lover of flip-flops.
Latest posts by Holly Michaels (see all)
- 25ish - March 10, 2021
- Beloved Of The Mother - February 13, 2017
- Sorry For Your Loss - November 23, 2016
