I dislike most Slam-style poetry, but Thea Iberall’s spoken word piece on Caphtor/Thera/Egypt connections is interesting. There are numerous threads online and in print linking the volcanic explosion of Thera/Santorini with the Exodus of the Israelites from Egypt. There are even Atlantean associations with the Minoan narrative. It is intriguing to me and for that reason I like this poem.
I drove a chariot for Egypt’s dead gods,
obeyed decrees of an angry Pharaoh.
Vision widens where hope seems to narrow
as coral crusts the rims and axle-rods.
Submerged upon the sands my army’s host;
Erythrean currents their secrets keep.
The waters gave way, drowned me in the deep
while God led you forth toward your promised coast.
There was no choice for me, the charioteer.
A tyrant sent me forth to hunt you down;
pursuing you, I thought your end was near.
In the descent, I lost my star and crown.
My lord was false, while yours continues strong…
I rise from depths to further you along.