The Phoenix

Rebirth

The Phoenix

 

I lived for five hundred years or more

but the time had come to build my final nest

Gathering my cinnamon twigs I bid goodbye

                                    to all those I did adore

 

To Heliopolis I journeyed for my funeral pyre

And in the land of the sun I burned

Flooded from the heart at last by the eternal fire

 

Deconstructed down to my earthly remains

I rose from the ashes as did Lady Lazarus

No longer burdened by mortality’s pains

 

Clutching the Egyptian Book of the Dead

I flew away   returned to my old home

I have changed form even if it is

      only in my head

 

Death and her secrets now to me are known

I am free to change my life and mend my soul

I have the right to sit in one tree, the phoenix's throne

 

 

Author's Note

From my book "Persephone's Echo"

Reviews

[Morgan]

This was really good. I like it.