She was poised there like a princess
Whose heart could still be won,
A pretty precious lioness
Was basking in the sun...
Her sunlit beauty there on show,
For one and all to see,
Amid a wondrous golden glow
Of pure serenity...
This was her chance, her finest hour,
Her moment fixed in time,
When she exuded sensual power,
Alluring and sublime...
Mature in ways that Nature knew,
Content to wait a while...
She sensed this was the thing to do,
To help raise her profile...
The midday heat would help her cause!
The bristling breeze sailed by...
And so she lay with laid-back claws,
Born free and feeling spry...
This day she'd find her lion king,
With romance on his mind!
And we know what romance can bring
For those who are inclined...
Denis Martindale, copyright, April 2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Sunlit Beauty'.
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