The Maestro - Poem by Denis Martindale
The lion learnt a thing or two
For getting his own way,
A timely roar, if overdue,
Reminding to obey...
A sudden frown or drawn out glare
Worked wonders now and then,
As if nobody had a prayer
If he stood up again...
As long as he was resting still
And gently breathing in,
There'd be no sudden blood to spill,
No-one to lose or win...
Just like a maestro in control,
He orchestrated well
And didn't have to hurt a soul,
Turn Heaven into Hell...
But woe to those that courage stirred
To challenge him once more,
For many tried and many erred,
He crushed them to the core...
The maestro's something Nature chose
To make us all think twice!
When we've no need to venture close,
Poet's Notes about The Poem
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'The Maestro'.
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