Vignette 17.
I look out from this
cartouche.
and worry,
lest I be just another
mummy
exhumed
from a vault deep within a temple.
Blue, yellow and lime green
are chipper enough
as is the stylish hat
with an emerging flower.
The cartouche,
Egyptian symbols
encircling my name,
protects me.
But curling stems
are not Egyptian symbols,
so really
what is shielding me?
With no line
placed at the end of the oval
no royal stature emerges.
It’s just me,
Tean Linpo.
