{"id":744,"date":"2010-07-15T08:00:00","date_gmt":"2010-07-15T08:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=744"},"modified":"2010-07-15T08:00:00","modified_gmt":"2010-07-15T08:00:00","slug":"two-lion-poems-from-chris-beckett","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/two-lion-poems-from-chris-beckett\/","title":{"rendered":"Two lion poems from Chris Beckett"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\" size=\"2\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">The Night Lion <\/span><br \/>&nbsp;<br \/>Dust devils, scratchy wind, a boy who <br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; hearing things <br \/>has got up and parted the tent flap, <br \/>steps out to find himself <br \/>in the court of the Night Lion.<br \/>&nbsp;<br \/>Neither sees the other well, the boy, well, <br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; he is sleepy <br \/>and the king of beasts is busy with trash, <br \/>a carcase of camp mutton picked out <br \/>by flies and the smell of old fat.<br \/>&nbsp;<br \/>Moon films the stillness. Boy\u2019s ten curly toes <br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; holding their breath, <br \/>Lion\u2019s tatty mane and rheumy eyes, <br \/>his haunch ripped open by a rival\u2019s claw \u2013<br \/>&nbsp;<br \/>can you hear the boy&#39;s forgotten scream? <br \/>Lion&#39;s roar that never makes it past a grumble?<br \/>&nbsp;<br \/>&nbsp;<br style=\"font-weight: bold;\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">The Day Lion <\/span><br \/>&nbsp;<br \/>Lion!&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;<br \/>who stands on a step and towers over the Emperor: <br \/><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">is this your father or just a sliver of meat <\/span><br style=\"font-style: italic;\"><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">&nbsp;&nbsp; with ridiculous medals?<\/span><br \/>&nbsp;<br \/>Lion!<br \/>who never bothers with freedom or captivity <br \/>who we hold up for boys, saying <br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">this is a symbol of courage and strength! <\/span><br \/>even as we crush you like salt in our fingers<br \/>&nbsp;<br \/>Lion!<br \/>born in Elubabur in the blinding daytime <br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; of a thorn acacia tree<br \/>whose mother taught to smell meat even in your sleep \u2013<br \/>&nbsp;<br \/>smell these daisies from the Emperor\u2019s garden<br \/>their scent is round and delicate <br \/>like the breath of a small yellow klikspringer <br \/>just before you snap her neck <br \/>&nbsp;<br \/>&nbsp;<br \/><font size=\"1\"><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Note: Haile Selassie\u2019s favourite lion, Tojo, loved the smell of flowers. Now he stands stuffed at the head of the stairs in the Emperor\u2019s old palace in Addis Ababa, staring and sniffing through the open window.<\/span><\/font><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">* Chris Beckett<\/span> grew up in Ethiopia. He won first prize in the Poetry London competition 2001 and second prize in Chroma 2006. He has translated work by the young Ethiopian writer, Bewketu Seyum, and is working on a collection of poems about boyhood in Ethiopia. <br \/><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Night Lion &nbsp;Dust devils, scratchy wind, a boy who &nbsp;&nbsp; hearing things has got up and parted the tent flap, steps out to find himself in the court of the Night Lion.&nbsp;Neither sees the other well, the boy, well, &nbsp;&nbsp; he is sleepy and the king of beasts is busy with trash, a carcase [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-744","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/744","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=744"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/744\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=744"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=744"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=744"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}