The sun god Ra lives quietly on a pension
In a bungalow in Redford, Michigan.
He makes some Sanka,
And begins to reminisce again...
"I was big in the land of the burning sand,"
He announces to the cat.
"A deity of some distinction!" Then he waves a hand.
"But you wouldn't remember that."
Egyptians are in short supply
On pretty East Blackberry Drive.
Ra wears crocs and takes the paper,
Saving the crossword puzzle for later.
A tin sun blazes, never sinking lower,
On the side of the shed where he keeps his mower.
Once, he sneered as pharaohs bowed,
But all that is gone--
"Hey you kids! Off my lawn!"
(He says through the window, and not very loud.)
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for Magpie 76
I empathize ... hey its Muggy Monday Morning ..
ReplyDeleteOh how the mighty do fall. thanks for the chuckle.
ReplyDeletenice story...sounds all too real and painful.
ReplyDeletedid he get his just desserts ?
oh how fast the gods fall...and how far they all...nicely penned shay...enjoyed the rhythm of this...
ReplyDeleteNice Story in a poetic form :)
ReplyDeleteI am definitely amoozed. The Sanka was masterly. I think yon Ra may be having a bit of a rebirth ceremony around here though--the sun is pretty powerful atm. Need I say, I loved this, and the way your bent little mind works?
ReplyDeleteHedgewitch is right. You had me at "Sanka."
ReplyDeleteThe rhyme and near-rhyme is so masterful, it isn't even noticed until one goes back for a second reading.
Color me green...
I forgot about Sanka. Cool poem and I loved that song. Thanks for the trip down memory lane!
ReplyDeleteThoroughly entertaining ... oh so unique ~ just like you.
ReplyDeleteLove love love this one, every single word, I have to read again.
ReplyDeleteCute and unique take on the prompt which I found very entertaining!
ReplyDeleteThis is truly wonderful Shay, just marvelous... :)
ReplyDeleteEven a Sun God can have an ordinary incarnation..we both did gods, I see...hmmm...
ReplyDeleteI see you mentioned Tim Hardin in your fav music...amazing!!
Had to do a little homework ...love that, keeps me from getting rusty.The bungalow and sanka made me smile. Very creative, and with a really good rhyme scheme.
ReplyDeleteI love it. Making Sanka, talking to the cat, muttering at the kids on his lawn, but "Once, he sneered as pharaohs bowed" — a fall, indeed.
ReplyDelete— K
Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel
Sanka and crocs--can death be far behind?
ReplyDeletelol.....a captivating story! Them pesky kids -eh?
ReplyDeleteLove it that Ra winds up on a pension in a bungalow........loved him talking to the cat. Your poems are always a treat!
ReplyDeletealways liked "walk like an egyptian."
ReplyDeletei enjoyed the 'Sanka' and Ra's fall ~ being reduced to doing crossword puzzles. {smile}
have a great week, Shay!
dani ♥
great concept
ReplyDeletebut Michigan?
talent lady, talent
that's you
If you haven't already, you should read American Gods by Neil Gaiman.
ReplyDeleteWonderful! I love that Ra lives in Michigan and drinks Sanka.
ReplyDeleteI really like this. "...A tin sun blazes, never sinking lower,
ReplyDeleteOn the side of the shed where he keeps his mower." Classic.
Old Ra, Old Rah Rah...
ReplyDeleteGreat story. Very entertaining. All the creative details make it more and more believable. You have a wonderful imagination!
ReplyDeleteDrinking Sanka and wearing crocs... very creative and enjoyable.
ReplyDeleteI haven't had Sanka in years....love this Shay! A brilliant look at the ego and the course of life...no one can capture ideas and thoughts quite like you do....oh how i have missed you!!
ReplyDeleteSanka? Seriously?
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