Where the lions cry,not roar..

the new times. inspired by the three lions at the hamilton mausoleum...

 Smile

 to hide

 what cant be lost

Galanthus heads hang in the frost

A future

 not meant for one

Given to a fellow son

Tell yourself that things are 

fine

 foolish whispers,

half true rhythms

 These were the new times,

subtlety not there

 chance for purpose,

beware 

beware

Seeping slowly 

through,

you must

 invite

Take the reminants 

and please ignite.

 The menagerie splinters the path of direction

someone for once 

who didn't see their

 reflection

Drizzle 

encounters bitter expressions

Wait to fail again

 ignore the lesson

 so

 I gave what I could yield

 Boudicca beneath her shield…

So...

so

 I can tell myself I was surprised

Oh I was surprised…

 Freedom 

of my own doing

A quiet way to go

A future

 once feared daily

A gentle way to know

In a familiar situation

Been here once

 before

Thought I’d escape this place

Where the lions cry..not roar....

 

Reviews

[Su' Nacnetaf]

Interesting, I'll have to read over again this poem as well to see how many different meanings can I get. Very well done, excellent writing.

[Sweet & Tender Hooligan]

I adore the last stanza

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

Beautiful, sad, haunting, your choice of words apt, I really liked it.

[Dreadnought Oblivion]

wow, that was great!!

[N/A]

I like this alot..the double use of the word ''So..so'' with the lowercase 's' really to me emphasized what your trieing to get across,that slow,slow descend..into a place that was once all too familiar. But,I liked..very atmospheric.
Good write x

[Antonio Valentino]

Loving your style Lady L, this is awesome work!
Glad I got to have it tonight

Very well done!
Antonio