"khonsu" poems
Looking up at the full Moon
the closest it comes this year
out on my deck after work
through my childhood telescope.
A full Moon through a telescope is really something to behold;
Especially when the Moon appears
up to 14% larger and 30% brighter
than it does on the dimmest of full Moons.
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T'ai Chi basking in the Moonbath;
The Sky dimly fluoresces in chilled Air
as Landscape glows with moonlit Auras;
This is truly a magical near-annual moment.
(Supermoons happen about every 14 full Moons)
I thank you; Moon and Night.
I thank you; Khonsu and Nephthys.
I thank you; Selene and Nyx.
I thank you; Luna and Nox
Happy Supermoon 2013.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 7:57 AM UTC
I drink in the sweet light
Of the honey coloured moon
as it floats high at midnight
hoping it doesn't leave soon
As I stare at the full moon
The world falls away
and I lose my peripheral vision
bathing in the moon's rays
Sliver beams of light
That reflects off the ocean
And seem to be too bright
to be moonshine
I began to see now
understand how
myths and legends
of the moon began
Egyptian, Aztec, Celtic and Greek
Khonsu, Metzli, Elatha and Artemis
And even poor Starveling
with his dog and thorn bush
All trying to capture the raw beauty
that is the moon and it's light
The rarest jewel of them all
Shining bright through out the night
But all attempts of personification
contain to much complication
to represent
to simplicity of the moon
So I'll stop trying to convey
what I can see
because no matter what I say
will not match what floats above the sea
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 7:26 PM UTC
This ebony sky, is Nut so sad?
Angry at Ra perhaps.
Bidding him to Duat.
To suffer the whims of Apophis
What hymn soothes her.
Wherein she would bade him to return.
Tis it the song of the seas?
Shall we call upon the cerulean?
Hathor pays me no mind.
She suffers not my woes.
She is love made flesh.
Maybe I am lost to her.
Cursed this binding darkness.
Bast, what does your third eye see?
Is Duat so chaotic?
Your children long for Ras embrace.
Geb longs to awaken.
My cries go unanswered.
Save for Khonsu.
Who dances with Hapi upon the Nile.
I believe it is she.
Khonsu, are you not tired?
Do you not hear the songs of the cerulean?
Cease your daunting ways.
Rest now so that Ra may run his course.
Mafdet, God of justice!
Your scales lack balance!
Suffer Khonsu no more.
Set right this celestial nonsense.
Just as the cerulean began to grow hoarse. Just as the children of Bast were about to begin their exodus. And before Geb set to ease with frost his own labors. Apophis swung open the gates to heaven. Hapi, the God of the Nile lit up as gold to guide Ra out of Duat.
The earth warmed once again. Set ablaze with life unforgiving relishing it's mockery of Seth. Anubis, lowered his head and sat on the banks. Resolved to let Geb have this moment.
Hathor still ignores my plight. But at least now I can see her.
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 10:33 AM UTC
Khepera rose from her couch of snow—lonely woe washing over her like a persistent crow.
as the night struck her face with its gleaming light.
she tied her hair and walked into the night, smiling at strangers with reluctant delight. walking upon the bumpy path—her thoughts mislaid, lost within the loudness of the parade, her eyes roaming the leering unfamiliar eyes
—
Khonsu sat in the back of his cold sedan. curses hurled from his father like a shattered romance. the night sky laid gentle comfort along his skin—a silence soft where screams had been.
Khonsu treaded down the crowded lane, his cold fingers clutching at his blouse like hushed whispers of pain—his thoughts casted about, his gaze sondering upon people.
Within the crowd—their eyes both knew, a silent connection as if a secret rendezvous.
Khepera’s gaze softened as her steps slowed, sighed softy and smiled with a gentle familiarity—hands sewed together as both of their smiles growed
Khonsu tensely brushed Khepera’s autumn draped hair away from her pale moonlit cheek, and with unpracticed ease—laying a kiss as holy as mary onto her cheek.
Khepera smiled and in silent victory—reached up her jittery hand to cradle his cheek of rose kissed ivory, her lips inching closer, laying a kiss onto his cheek. “You have my heart” she whispered.
“you have all of me.”
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 10:14 PM UTC