Hatshepsut

by Anna Ruiz

Hatshepsut was not silenced
in amber drops of forgotten history
no art could be buried
in temples desecrated
along the Valley of the Kings.

Her legacy lives
not in alabaster statues
shattered along a bleeding Nile
nor on Sphinx
sand-eroded wings
resurrected by
recumbent paw prints of time.

It is the living life of beauty
that reigns supreme in the
heart of the creator as it
dusts off Ibis dreams,
paints a poem in juniper skies.