#2135 - though there are no lions here

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though there are no lions here

 

so much fur

a forest of a man

and marries a witch

learns later

 

hide in the forest

father is coming

 

meanwhile

lost in the salt sea as sometimes we are

chased by pirates

then becalmed, a watch for rocks

 

paddle till the cock crows

so know there must be breakfast

then buffet

 

thus fortified

it’s hike uphill to meet the king

his mountains a redoubt

 

what if we did that with the sea?

 

king after empire after another

and trade one in for far away

 

see farmer and fisher just getting by

feeding the ones loved best as can

honouring the land, the sea

 

it’s all of this a dizzy blur

lost in the re-telling

 

ask – who is it hews and carts, lays stone?

 

why would we say ‘the Portuguese’?

why would we say ‘the Dutch’?  the ‘Brits’?

 

who will finish my ramparts?

how are they holding up?

 

and here comes a great big wave to prove them

 

must be the heat does it

plastic bags and nets and who knows what

brave least of all turtles take to the sea  

 

the world turns slowly round the middle

 

it’s where the rooster reigns