china shop destroyed.
Not me. Frozen tongue, hesitant spirit.
It takes a fiery bush to get my
full attention and then you’ll find me
Who am I?
Brick Maker under this sweltering Egyptian sun
Conjurer of frogs, locusts, boils
Sorcerer of Sea
Add these fragile labels
to the list of things
that won’t burn,
but call me always
just a baby
from the reeds.
An ekphrastic poem written for Poetic Asides:
Painting by Frida Cahlo.
Wonderful. Loved your connection you make to Moses.
I began to copy/paste my favorites…futile…this is amazing and I agree with Buddah, too. Thank you, De!