This week's poetry stretch was to write an ottava rima. This is an Italian form that consists of eight line stanzas with the rhyme scheme abababcc. When written in English the lines are usually in iambic pentameter. Since no one took me up on the challenge this week, I'm debuting my (very rough draft) poem here.
Twice buried, twice unearthed from shifting sand,
four thousand years or more it's held this ground.
Colossus carved in limestone ever grand,
recumbent lion with a body crowned
by battered visage that surveys the land.
A monolith that guards the tombs renowned,
three pyramids from massive blocks of stone,
he keeps his secrets silent and alone.