The Tjet Or Knot Of Isis Poem by Pete Crowther

I own an amulet
of Ancient Egypt,
a magical charm
to keep me from harm.

It is a ‘tjet’,
the sacred knot
worn by the goddess,
mother of Horus,

the Lady Isis,
skilful and wise.
She will protect
who wears her tjet,

or so it is said
in the Book of the Dead.
Here I gaze at this charm
so cool in my palm,

the smell of incense
on its green faience.
I imagine it blessed
by a holy priestess

with sistrum and drum
whose steady low thrum
still reaches my ears
after three thousand years.