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Legend of the Queen of the Nile

by Jim Dunlap


Ah, Alexandria, bright Queen at the Nile’s mouth,
my dreams flash back to distasteful pagan rites
as you scorned the desert sands, stretching to the South,
and flaunted your opulence, and prurient delights.
Your library was a wonder that lit the ancient world,
and scholars came from everywhere to practice pedantry;
while your walls besotted empires where many flags unfurled:
but now your former glories lie deep beneath the sea.
Could I open wide a window to pierce the wall of Time,
I’d love to view your ancientry and see the bustling throngs
who filled your marketplaces, hailed Gods once thought divine,
and your boatmen on the river, and the rhythm of their songs.
But alas, the rising waters have engulfed your resting place,
and you’ll sleep forever, ‘neath the ocean’s cold embrace.

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Les Arbres, la neige et les montagnes

by Jim Dunlap


Armies of pine and spruce stride through fields of snow,

camouflaged warriors, scouting the steepening hills–

like cold-weather battles in turbulent times long ago.

 

Squawking sentries abound, red-tailed hawk, eagle and crow,

fill the air with staccato blasts, whistles and trills;

armies of pine and spruce stride through fields of snow.

 

The setting sun renders the brumous skyline aglow,

recalling memory of bright banners and sharp thrills–

like cold-weather battles of turbulent times long ago.

 

The protagonist here is life’s staunch, unyielding foe:

while the freezing cold of the heights bites and drills–

armies of pine and spruce stride through fields of snow.

 

But no-man’s land takes hold where nothing can grow,

and howling winds recreate fell terrors and chills,

like cold-weather battles in turbulent times long ago.

 

Then, at fall of night, frigid winds gust and blow;

the last stunted sentinels mark where life stills–

armies of pine and spruce stride through fields of snow,

like cold-weather battles in turbulent times long ago.