Living In The Lion’s Belly
Underfoot the purrs rattle his ribcage.
Not a hum of pleasure, but a warning
held in the deep cave of his chest.
I stroke his syrupy heart, hold still, and sing
lullabies. From here, I only catch glimpses
of the world, framed by sword-shaped teeth.
See half-turned animals with eyes like flares.
Their astonishing markings; their fear so clear and sweet.
Copyright © Nikki Magennis 2013
Nikki Magennis is an author, poet and artist who lives in Scotland. www.nikkimagennis.com