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Lady Pegasus






10 years ago , Lady Pegasus was the name

I travelled from Iceland to France

and the Netherlands

In Iceland ,

I took a bite of a glacier Ice

hiked the mountains

in the same trusted hiking shoes I wore in Spain

I witnessed many hot geysers gush out of the land

I rode the Nordic horses with 5 gaits

and drove across the volcano land

In Paris, I changed outfits

changed hiking shoes to ballet shoes,

walked around museums and

cathedrals in dresses and jeans

savored pastries and croissants

and followed the paths of great writers and painters

It was in Seine that I listened and danced

to the impromptu music under the bridge

made by people who took refuge from the rain

I travelled to Beaune and Burgundy to visit the wine country,

tasted the wines and visited vineyards

that are at the climate's mercy

I found myself in a medieval hospital

mesmerized by architecture of the 15th century

built during the time of Duke Phillip the Good of Burgundy

After the 100 years war,

a hospital was made

as a refuge of the poor and the sick

during the time of plague

I remember the snails I had for dinner

I remember the art installation projected on ancient church walls

I remember the mustards of Dijon

I remember walking on

the medieval winding road's cobbled stones

I remember the bullet train that took me

from Paris to Amsterdam

where I visited the house

of a young girl who wrote a diary

I remember how embarassed I felt

when tears just flow when I saw all of the sunflowers of Van Gogh

I remember the crispy fries dipped in mayo

and Rembrandt's Night Watch huge painting in Rijk's museum

That was 10 years ago.

I returned to Brooklyn

and made a Blog

I named it Lady Pegasus

to write about my adventures

I wrote a few lines

but nothing came out

My mind was suddenly blocked

like it was not yet the time

many years later,

the urge to write suddenly came

I changed the name

but Lady Pegasus and Cherry Rhymes

are one and the same

It takes a woman's patience to understand

what it takes and what is at stake

That is why I woke up at dawn

tied up my trusted hiking shoes

to walk up the mountain in the dark

because one cannot ignore the sounds

of the ticking clock.

























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