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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