A Mummy's ViewpointA Poem by Chris Shaw(an alternative view after a museum visit in Oxford)
Encased in glass, I lie supine,
as people pass by single file. My body bound by linen strips in geometric patterned style of ancient Egypt's craftsmanship. A Roman portrait at my head, my lips are pursed, too sad to smile. "She was a beauty", I hear said, "How did she meet her early death? Her pearls portray a life of wealth, too bad her riches and her gold could not have bought her better health". Into a stranger's land I'm brought, away from all I've ever known, where day to day I am displayed undignified, away from home. The afterlife I had in mind was where I languished in my dreams, yet here within museum walls, it's not the heaven that it seemed. My silent cries are lost to all, how small I am within this place. Repatriate me, please I ask to find elation on my face.
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25 Reviews Added on March 1, 2019 Last Updated on March 1, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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