CairoA Poem by Marissa M.This is a poem I wrote about my visit to Cairo, Egypt for a Creative Writing class.I was fourteen when I became as
Siddhartha, Traveling beyond the palace gates of
middle class America, Finding an ancient conscience beneath
the sandy dunes And the suffocating sun berating the
lazy Nile. Another world existed in crackled
hues of earthy brown. Tin shanties were stacked upon
sandstone ruins, Clotheslines striped the city above
and below The lush lotus tower, boasting to
the skyline. As I played the indomitable tourist
absorbing The sights and smells and secondhand
senses Available to a young one so green in
a land so old, I slept in down-plush comfort
fifteen stories high Overlooking firefly lights and the sounds
of shadows. I saw men peddling goods and wares,
bodies and time, Bartering nightly pleasures to
incomplete daywalkers Who wandered the broken streets
searching to forget. Temples blended together and were as
one face Wearing masks of Isis and Horus and
Ramses, Asphyxiated by foreigners and
infidels, desecrating The pagan memory and buying fragile
mementos. Pyramids grew forth from beneath the
sand As if they were never built but
always were Upon the face of Giza without origin
or maker, Governing forever as the pharaohs of
yore. People and places lined up in an
idealistic row Of neatly scheduled time-slots waiting To be viewed and studied and
appraised as if They only existed to be museum
exhibits. I was fourteen when I first
witnessed A world beyond my white picket fence Within the endless tan of an antique
city Bent against the hands of time and
convenience. © 2013 Marissa M.Author's Note
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Added on July 31, 2013 Last Updated on July 31, 2013 Tags: Cairo, Egypt, descriptive, religion, tourism AuthorMarissa M.MOAboutAs a general rule of thumb, I don't like displaying my personal history to strangers...no offense. But, if you should like to know, I am currently a student at University in the Midwest, working to ea.. more..Writing
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