Erasure


I toss my gown 
of a thousand stars
into the Nile.
A hawk swoops 
over the dark water,
moans for its lost mate.

Some other night...
a restless night 
that draws you out searching,
you might see remnants 
of my gown twinkle, 
reach out your arms,
but daylight arrives, 
erasing.



Pris Campbell
2004


This poem was written as a sequel to my
Queen of the Nile poem. To read that poem,
click HERE.


Art: Andromeda by Dore



Pris Campbell
2010

 









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