She lies regally, a lioness,
the absorbed sun’s warmth
in the concrete and glass
enclosure enveloping her like
a secure cocoon.
No bullets to dodge and flee,
no arrows to avoid, no
vultures to pick and tear her
aging skin,
never has she felt more safe;
never has she felt less free.
This poem is for One Shot Sunday. To see other posts prompted by this photo (courtesy Adam Dustus), visit One Stop Poetry.
14 comments:
I don't know what's more impressive, the fluidity of imagery, or the fact that you just wrote this! Amazing :)
Thanks for taking part, Glynn
Amazingly captured. Brilliant. i am going to pick up my jaw off the floor now! Donusho
Gorgeous.
builds up well to those last two lines
Oooh. :) :(
power-packed ...
more safe, less free.
oh yes.
very true...
a fantastic piece of writing glynn...i think we both were coming from the same angle...well said my friend..cheers pete
more safe,
less free..
very powerful Glynn.
Bravo!! for freedom...let us all live free...bkm
oh those last two line are tight glynn...nice.
Lions are my favorite animal. Any trip to the zoo means lingerng long at the lions.
And every time, I am reminded that they are in captivity because of me. I felt every word of this, Glynn.
Great lines. Interesting. And nice pic.
What price to pay for safety, for freedom
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