rushes in;
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
face down
sans sandals
questioning
everything.
Who am I?
Prince
Brick Maker under this sweltering Egyptian sun
Conjurer of frogs, locusts, boils
Sorcerer of Sea
Deliverer
Murderer
Add these fragile labels
to the list of things
that won’t burn,
but call me always
in truth
just a baby
needing rescuing
from the reeds.
Here
Am
I.
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An ekphrastic poem written for Poetic Asides:
http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poetry-prompts/wednesday-poetry-prompts-169-ekphrastic-poetry
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!