Barbary Prince Poem by Denis Martindale

Barbary Prince



While Summer lends its warmth and light,
The lion swaggers well,
For he was born to fight the fight,
To have a tale to tell...
Sometimes to scatter scars around,
Sometimes to start the feast,
Sometimes to stand and thus astound
Each creature and each beast...

For many cower at his roar,
To cringe yet one more time,
Confronting fear of tooth and claw,
Of one who's in his prime...
For now, he's but a prince and yet
One day he'll rule as king,
Such that he'll be in no-one's debt,
Then he'll have everything...

The sun and moon care not of him,
The stars see nothing new,
Yet he can make the future grim
Before this day is through...
He craves no permit from the rest,
One roar and cowards flee,
One roar and everyone's impressed,
Yes, even folks like me!


Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2013.


The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Barbary Prince'.


More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com

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