Today’s poem was the winner of the 13th Kathleen Julia Bates Memorial Writing Competition.
ROAR
I stood at the glass barrier,
looking in.
One lion, facing away,
gnawed at a raw bone in the grass;
one lion stood
on the prow of the hill,
looking out.
This one was not cowed –
his maw opened
and his roar filled my ears
with a storm over sea,
with the wind on the plains,
with a rolling thunder
deep and wise and proud.
I shivered at the sound,
and I wondered
which of us
was the prisoner.
Super poem
Congratulations Jaz Great poem
Congratulations Jaz. A really thought-provoking poem.
Congratulations, Jaz! Loved your poem.