The Lion Tamer

 

Beyond the bars, the circus crowd sits pale

to watch the beasts perform the tricks they loathe

They hope that I, their tamer, may just fail.

But with my whip I will control them both.

 

 

I have outfaced the adulating crowd

and I have learned to ride the lions' rage

My early quest for freedom had its shroud

in fame found here within the circus cage.

 

 

For freedom, I pursued the painted lights

(while others dreamed of flight in tame unrest)

in tearful longing past a thousand sights

Within my trade, today I am the best

 

 

and watch the crowd behind its fearful mask

and watch the painted lights that will seduce

The lions' foolish master, thus I ask

if there's still time to put my life to use.

 

 


 

 



 The Patriarch

 

Since I was young, I've been the youngest

and worshipped Venus in the sacred

and fragrant colonnades of even

her humblest serving maids.

 

 

Some of the time I've managed to

ignore the silly rules, and valued

a graceful poem higher than

a contract of employment.

 

 

And thus I've spent my life surrounded

by books and children. Now my grandson

advises me to act my age.

Outrageous innocence!

 

 

Poor stranger, I've been younger than you

for longer than you would remember.

I've celebrated life so long

I’ve grown too young to change.

 

 


 

 

Happiness

 

 

Happiness sprouts as a humble plant

that Ogre, the purposeful, in his haste

towards a looming ambition can't

spy out, for he has no time to waste.

 

 

But Jackeline and Jack, forgetting the tale

and hunting for field mice on any ground

(imagining lions along the trail),

may find it blooming all around.

 

 


 

 



 Like a River

 

Like a river, you carry me down

washing over my senses

 

 

the fort of my seven skins has abandoned

the rite of defence to the waves

 

 

unsheltered, my nerve-raw flesh in its freedom

spatters into the current

 

 

like a river, you carry me down

between singing, mountainous shores.

 

 


                                                    Thomas Land







Thomas Land is a poet and award-winning foreign correspondent. His poetry has been published by The London Magazine and The New York Times, his reviews and polemics by The Times Literary Supplement and The Baltimore Sun.











 

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