beneath the figs
"Methinks I hear Antony call. I see him rouse himself. To praise my noble act. I hear him mock the luck of Caesar, which the gods give men to excuse their after wrath"
Cleopatra
nestled in my folds
a serpent sleeps, coiled in fate
waiting for her touch
sweet figs mask the whispered death
gold and venom, silken breath
she lifts me with grace
soft hands seeking one last gift
ripe with memories
lips that once kissed kings and gods
now press where the poison nods
silk falls, time stands still
her breath fades like distant waves
the asp drinks her life
and i, a silent witness
hold the weight as empire grieves
03-16-2025
© F Aparici
Cleopatra's death scene from the point of view of the basket of figs. The venomous asp was hidden in the basket of figs when brought to Cleopatra.
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