Lion Tongue

I trail scorch marks in my wake
as I breach each firebreak.
My voracious carnassials devour
every blade of grass and flower,
the leaves on every shrub and tree.
Once I charge, there’s no stopping me.

But when you feel the biting chill
of winter coming over the hill,
you embrace my crackle and roar;
my golden flame will always draw
you to a bonfire or a hearth,
to my lion tongue and lion heart.

Kim M. Russell, 17th August 2022
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For this week’s Poetics, Sarah asks us to choose one of the four elements: earth, water, wind and fire. I immediately thought of a wonderful birthday card I received when I was much younger, of Leo the lion, which inspired this poem. Sadly, I couldn’t find the original image, so I searched for something similar.


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