Hot Lioness Poem by Denis Martindale

The lioness was mighty hot,
Determined now to rest,
As if quite rooted to the spot
Where she could most be blessed...
Let others roam their vast domain
And pace both left and right,
For her, there wasn't much to gain
With that hot sun so bright...

So there she was, all golden brown,
With no-one to impress,
Just gently lounging, lying down,
Absorbing happiness...
It's wondrous what the sun can do,
If you've got time to spare,
Beneath a sky that's oh so blue,
To cast off every care...

As long as you can bear the heat,
Turn over now and then,
You'll find your life can be so sweet,
Almost beyond your ken...
The lioness gave no regard
When life was such a breeze,
She joined the poet and the bard
Who contemplate at peace...


Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2013.


The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Hot Lioness'.

More Stephen Gayford poems here:
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