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The Frost Lioness
Winter Waits for her time to bite
A crouching Lioness
In frozen winds
Belly to the arctic waves
Starved and waiting
To strike at the painted land
Painted by Autumn's golden Hands
She Preys on those
Without a future
Without a past
Published 11th Oct 2022
| Edited 12th Oct 2022
Author's Note
Thanks to those who read and put my work I have deleted in their reading list. Every now and then I purge the poems I am not happy with.
james
james
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Anonymous
11th Oct 2022 2:42pm
Great poem and very well rendered in your voice 👌 You should often do voice overs for your poems... 😊
12th Oct 2022 11:33am
Thank you for reading and listening.
I have a saw throat, so my voice came out gruff and more fitting to talking of winter.
Sometimes I get paranoid that people could steal poems from this site, so I record the ones I want to protect.
Kind Regards
James
I have a saw throat, so my voice came out gruff and more fitting to talking of winter.
Sometimes I get paranoid that people could steal poems from this site, so I record the ones I want to protect.
Kind Regards
James
11th Oct 2022 3:00pm
Stark and searing.... feeling the cold creep in, stalking the unfortunate and downtrodden who make easy prey, indeed....
You accomplish so much within each and every line that it's jam packed with put punch after gut punch of emotional resonance. Your spoken word addition just amps it up to another level altogether....
Excellent poeting, James
You made a gem here.
🌹💙
xo
You accomplish so much within each and every line that it's jam packed with put punch after gut punch of emotional resonance. Your spoken word addition just amps it up to another level altogether....
Excellent poeting, James
You made a gem here.
🌹💙
xo
12th Oct 2022 11:38am
Thanks for reading and listening,
I am glad you got the message. I have been working on this piece for a few years now. There are domestic refugees on the streets of this country. I see them living in tents. People are scared even those in houses. because the energy bills have gone up 80% in the UK. Winter is no longer a time of festive cheer, but a cold and unforgiving time, where people suffer in the cold. in one of the richest countries in the world. Rant over.
Thanks for the ongoing support.
Kind Regards
James
I am glad you got the message. I have been working on this piece for a few years now. There are domestic refugees on the streets of this country. I see them living in tents. People are scared even those in houses. because the energy bills have gone up 80% in the UK. Winter is no longer a time of festive cheer, but a cold and unforgiving time, where people suffer in the cold. in one of the richest countries in the world. Rant over.
Thanks for the ongoing support.
Kind Regards
James
