For dVerse ‘A Mile in these Shoes’.
Pictures by Tigerbrite
Polished now and resting in the shoe rack
an occasional outing down country lanes.
In my hey day I was taken on great adventures
packed in her suitcase in the hold of a plane.
Egypt is best remembered,
she bought me in the wrong colour of course
all that sand and dust clinging to my person.
Never mind the experience was worth it.
Pyramids, temples and tombs I trod,
a walking shoe of comfort and flexibility.
What sights I saw, strange ghostly carvings
ancient wall paintings and hieroglyphs .
The Sphinx. statues of Isis, Osiris and altar barks.
We crawled deep in the earth down passages
penetrating hidden sanctuaries and
climbed steep stairways to roof chapels,
tiny passages in tombs smelling of bats.
She went peculiar at Dendera.
Insisted on finding the sacred pool,
couldn’t be one of course in a desert
which once nearly covered the temple.
Yet, there it was, dry of course, but unmistakable
with steps descending the deep square hole
where bushes still grow.
Luxor at night with Orbs
Altar Bark with Orbs