A dandy lion

Blue clouds and white sky,
served softly in a cone.
Clouds melt into angels,
that make bubbles,
that pop.

While feet walk on fish,
strewn on deserted paths,
brought by feathered ghosts
from ponds in high up trees.

Heads are under hats
that are mantis green,
and made of lawn.

We’re polishing our souls,
and buffing them,
until they shine,
so much,
that they rival the suns.

And from the lawn,
we hear the roar,
of a little lion—
a yellow, dandy little lion.

Copyright © Quirina Roode-Gutzmer 2012.
All rights reserved.


30 thoughts on “A dandy lion

    • Dear dear Jo-Anne, thank you so much for your lovely comment. You won’t believe it, but I went into memories of my childhood for that stanza. When my siblings and I used to polish my mother’s silverware, I always used to say to them that I’d polish the silver until the sun couldn’t stand it any more. They always laughed and smiled when I used to say that and it just stayed with me … that smiling. 🙂

  1. Q, this is like a deep breath of spring. A meaningful breath. Your play of colors and inner/outer reverse relationships keeps this poem smart and pointing at somethign we should know but can’t necessarily express, but you make the colors shimmer right under our feet and before our eyes. This may be my new favorite poem of yours – I absolutely love it.

    • Thank you, dear Ben. And indeed it is a breath of spring I described. I love exploring the symmetry of relationships of things, or concepts, I guess it comes from my mathematical background. My favourite object is the Möbius strip … you can walk on its surface forever and you will walk on the inside and the outside of the strip without ever getting off it.

  2. Beautiful, playful imagery – the angels popping bubbles, fish strewn on paths and the little dandy lion. Excellent! So glad poetry got the better of Irish stew!

    • Thank you so much, Marina. My friend Abigail said it must have been a true muse moment. I agree. The stew, by the way, was delectable. It was seasoned with muse magic. 🙂

  3. A very beautiful painting of imagination. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was inspired by your children … Love the dandy lion : )

  4. Playful and magical… i love, particularly, the last stanza which caps it for me…I was thrown back into my childhood with this one. Thank you, Q. Really, a delight!

    • Thank you, Jackie. Ending are very important to me, and I am very glad when it “caps it” for someone. And indeed, the magic childhood was definitely meant to be evoked, because the experiences that inspired this poem was gained with my children and of course my own childhood. 🙂

  5. Quirina ~ you already know how much I love this poem. There is a childlike, surreal feeling about it which captures me completely … sucks me into the carefree atmosphere that you have created so wonderfully. And thank you so much for taking the time to e-talk to me about it ~ I’ve read it probably a dozen times now & it still has an air of mystery & intrigue to it.

    We’re polishing our souls,
    and buffing them,
    until they shine,
    so much,
    that they rival the suns.

    This is just sublime ~ full of the joys of being alive, being together & rejoicing in the epiphanies that such moments throw up ~*

    And from the lawn,
    we hear the roar,
    of a little lion,
    a yellow, dandy little lion.

    And this is just supreme ~ the small ‘roar’ of a moment of nature/springtime that captivates you, your children & me the reader, fusing us in one big collective experience that I am able to share courtesy of your words. That ‘dandy little lion’, for me, is the centre point of your poem: a piece of pure & simple bright yellow joy on the greenest carpet. Beautiful 🙂

    • Thank you so very much, Peter, for your very invested interest in my poem and understanding it. This means an incredible lot to me, and I am so glad that you like my cute little lion, shining brightly on the carpet on the earth it sprouted from. 🙂

  6. This poem confused me at the first reading, but after a second and third, it left me wanting to come back for more.

    Mysteriously like a strange dream, Q, but as I read through it, I began to get the feeling that, whilst I didn’t understand a word of it, the whole piece imbued me with an overwhelming sense of hope and renewal. Overriding this, it has a great sense of rhythm.

    So, possibly for the first time, I have read a poem that has left me with with an impression of its meaning that I don’t read in any of the words. How can that be?

    • Thank you, Abi. Your compliment means a lot to me. So it will be offered toward the Grass Roots Poetry Group anthology, with such a blessing … 🙂

  7. A lovely trip back into the surreal time of childhood, where everything is imbued with magic. No reason to restrict that magic and wonder to childhood, though; thanks for bringing it alive. Must be something in the air, since we both wrote of dandelions, just hours apart. 🙂

    • Thank you, Chris, and indeed dandelions have a cheeky kind of audacity to exist just like children do, innocent of the grown-up complexes that reality brings. 🙂

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