The Fire Within

The fire within, I hold in icy metal
melts every rock, laid high and deep

The lion within, I keep in a fox’s skin
fears no plot, schemed of evil design

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The Supper I Dream

I am a deer
In spotted young fur
But I do not run
I stitch a sweater
For my supper with the lion
On that cold snowy night
When he retires, with a tearful eye

Dawn Alights

Copyright © 130514 by Karen Payze

 

Dawn alights
Wrests her
from slumber

The great maw
Gapes,
Gulping
mounds of mist

Eyes of oceans
Whisk open
A delightful essence
Lingers on her tongue

If I Were A Lion

If I were a lion, wild
A man-eater born
Eyes hard, nails filed
Standing on a deer horn

A mighty fall..

Once there lived a lion, strong and proud
King of the jungle, his name was never spelt loud
He thought he had conquered all his fears
That was before he opened up his tears

The King.

I am the king

so handsome

and strong