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This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Assignment #1 Egyptology Task #6 - Kamose: The last Pharaoh of the Theban Seventeenth Dynasty. His reign is important for the decisive military initiatives he took against the Hyksos, who had come to rule much of Ancient Egypt. His mummy was discovered seemingly deliberately hidden in a pile of debris.
Prompt: Write about trying to hide something, or someone.
Word count: 307
Backwards and sideways,
invisible to the naked eye,
I couldn't let them see,
couldn't let them discover
the secrets of the universe.
I write in ink clear and untraceable.
The ideas come here and there,
always a quill within fingers' reach.
Seven!
That's it!
That's the secret of the world,
the number,
must remember,
writing in my hand,
the hand no one can read,
in the ink no one can see,
and there!
Brilliance beyond measure,
claimed I belonged to the birds,
I showed them all,
I know the truths,
a theory that must be true,
and a cake recipe that must be kept secret,
lest someone else wins the bake off.
No!
My theory, have I lost it?
Thought...
wasn't it on an envelope,
scribbled at breakfast, but where, where did I put it?
Have I, no, but I must have!
My cousin, he won't...he'll think it rubbish!
I must save my theory!
Haste, to catch the bird.
Haste to save my theory from
the fires of my cousin's fireplace,
for surely he'll burn the paper.
Broom in hand,
the race is on.
There, a speck in the distance,
an owl, my owl, I must win this race,
overtake the bird.
And I have, I have,
but woe, he will not surrender my letter,
only to my cousin shall he give it.
I will follow, staying close.
Mercy hast smiled upon me,
for I have the envelope
and with this charm,
I reveal...
My cake recipe, but not the
number seven.
And once again, my mind hast slipped,
and upon a sugar packet I have
written the most important ideas,
and it sits on my table,
soon to be emptied for tea
and the packet, now empty save a crumb,
hidden from view betwixt the pages
of the journal I found too boring
to ever finish.