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Penetrating that dark recess Who could even possibly guess What splendour there then awaited The very first so lucky Western eyes To see this fabulous Near Eastern prize By fickle fate a man duly to be much feted Howard Carter went by that uneuphonic name Mighty Tuttankhamen earned him historic fame Carter’s trembling thrust shone his electric beam Which probed the stygian and ancient cryptic gloom His torch’s rays shed its scant and desecrating gleam Assisting his gaze into the short lived Pharaoh’s tomb Alighting on such exquisite and extravagant decoration Beyond Howard’s most outrageous dreams of expectation The explorer exclaimed that the sight he saw was: "wonderful!" To colleagues who claimed the privilege of even just an eyeful They clambered to the hole excitedly to snatch a hopeful sight Of things not seen by any modern man in such sophisticated light Objects beggaring these unearthers' unpoetic powers of description Trophies so rich to those Europeans but utterly sacred to any Egyptian It turned out all the “after life” artifacts a-glittering were all in actual gold Treasure so literally priceless not one resurrected item would ever be sold Archeologically speaking Carter would dine out on this providential discovery The world would delight to see an opulent King Tut and marvel at his opportune recovery |
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Frank, despite the spatial limits of SharePo's formatting, disallowing extremely long lines, I could see how cleverly you shaped this poem into one side of Tut's resting place. And beyond that, to encapsulate Carter's discovery and astonishment at what he found, is a major piece of skillful writing.
This poem is just great; I enjoyed its lush history, burnished gold artifacts and your own wonder at it all. And I'm sure with you on that: Tut's tomb, I think, is just about the most breathtaking unearthing the modern world has ever seen - "...so literally priceless not one resurrected item would ever be sold..."
Bravo, Frank, for all your labor going way down into the darkness and then back up out again!
Lad
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Lad on King T's great discovery
You are a seriously good critic it seems to me as well as a writer and thanks for the kind words about my King T. poem. I kick myself for not going to see the treasures in London a missed chance never to return gone begging. Am planning to see the Chinese Terra Cotta Army over here, another poem maybe in it. Wow - you picked up the shape thing despite the restriction, well spotted Lad. Cheers Frank, especially as I don't get many reads let alone comments, you make effort worth it by the way.
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