Sandstorm …


Sand from the desert scouring my skin ;

lie down,
close your eyes,
head on your folded arms:
my father’s advice
to his child aged four
comes to my mind
on these hottest of days.
Would that he knew
how long that his words
would give comfort to me
on this temperate shore
when, like the mask of Tutankhamun,
those Egyptian days
are uncovered .. burnished, golden … .

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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