My Kingdom Poem by Denis Martindale

The lion king surveyed his land,
His kingdom and domain,
For destiny his future planned
Upon that worldly plane...
His challengers had rued the day
They fought the lion king,
Because he battled all the way,
As it meant everything...

The best of them left scarred and scared,
His claws as sharp as knives,
Against his strength not one compared,
Escaping with their lives...
He licked his wounds, yet kept his crown,
He bled, yet suffered all,
For he must earn his great renown,
As victor of each brawl...

His fighting skills improved with age,
His courage kept him strong,
While he was there on centre stage,
To fight the whole day long...
That's why he roars the loudest still,
Contempt for underlings
And that contempt remains until
The changing of the kings...


Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2013.


The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'My Kingdom'.

More Stephen Gayford poems here:
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