Cleopatra’s Island Poem by Sheena Blackhall

When Anthony gave orders, men marched to die or kill
When Egypt’s Queen commanded, the very birds stood still

A beach of purest silver, he shipped by Roman fleet
A wedding fleet to charm her, to grace her Royal feet

Her woman bathed and oiled her, her almond eyes were kholed
With lions milk to arm her, her bronze neck bright with gold

His body was a field of hay her red tongue flamed along
So, was the warrior conquered, Love’s ancient arts are strong

Here, on the Isle of Cedars, by olives lush and green
The honeyed moon above them, a general wooed his queen

Against great Cleopatra, his legions were out-massed
The waves along the shoreline, bowed, as her anklets passed