Hatshepsut’s Beard
She began wearing it daily alone with the child furthermore
Early days in the wake of grieving her dad
it sat in its purple-stained case
over the child in his support
seeming to be a removed horn
or on the other hand a bladeless knife
than a custom characteristic of masculinity
so little in her long-fingered hand so clumsy
It stuck on without whine
a paste of matured grain
that dried clear even alleviated the skin
She began wearing it daily alone with the child
furthermore, as far as concerns him the little sovereign cherished
to reach up and smack at it
laughing and feigning exacerbation to follow
Thus basically when she'd summoned the willpower
to wear it into the royal chamber
the baby in her arms
barely cared about it
She asserted his quiet
as her most memorable indication of heavenly right
Consultants couldn't contend
with the future lord
this child who could isolate
the two creatures in the body
one without a facial hair growth
who snuggled, indulged, and cooed
also, one with the gold-grouped chamber on the jaw
who grasped him carefully shrouded
where he rested
against the snarl behind her sternum
the shaking
of her shoulders
as she flung one arm wide a finger
furthermore, an equal jaw pointing where the specialists
cut her resemblance
with long eyelashes little bosoms
no sprinkle of paste on high cheeks or jaw
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Comments (1)
That was some fantastic writing! I enjoyed it immensely.