A Poem for World Lion Day

Where lions once ruled, they are quietly disappearing
National Geographic headline in 2019

The first World Lion Day was launched on August 10, 2013, to raise awareness of how close the world is to the extinction of lions in the wild – current estimates are that only about 20,000 lions are still living outside captivity – a wild population loss of 95% just since the 1940s. At the current rate of decline, the African Lion will disappear from the wild by 2050.

By coincidence, most of August falls in the astrological sign of Leo, an elemental Fire sign, which governs the heart. While completely unscientific, astrology has provided much rich symbolism to poets – and terrible pick-up lines for adolescent males trolling for one-night stands.

Lions too have become versatile symbols, subject to admiration and awe, but also to pity or satire. What they need now from humans is our determination that they shall not vanish from the wild.

To read Margaret Atwood’s poem “Sekhmet, The Lion-Headed Goddess Of War” click:



Sekhmet, the Lion-Headed
Goddess Of War

by Margaret Atwood

He was the sort of man
who wouldn’t hurt a fly.
Many flies are now alive
while he is not.
He was not my patron.
He preferred full granaries, I battle.
My roar meant slaughter.
Yet here we are together
in the same museum.
That’s not what I see, though, the fitful
crowds of staring children
learning the lesson of multi-
cultural obliteration, sic transit
and so on.

I see the temple where I was born
or built, where I held power.
I see the desert beyond,
where the hot conical tombs, that look
from a distance, frankly, like dunces’ hats,
hide my jokes: the dried-out flesh
and bones, the wooden boats
in which the dead sail endlessly
in no direction.

What did you expect from gods
with animal heads?
Though come to think of it
the ones made later, who were fully human
were not such good news either.
Favour me and give me riches,
destroy my enemies.
That seems to be the gist.
Oh yes: And save me from death.
In return we’re given blood
and bread, flowers and prayer,
and lip service.

Maybe there’s something in all of this
I missed. But if it’s selfless
love you’re looking for,
you’ve got the wrong goddess.

I just sit where I’m put, composed
of stone and wishful thinking:
that the deity who kills for pleasure
will also heal,
that in the midst of your nightmare,
the final one, a kind lion
will come with bandages in her mouth
and the soft body of a woman,
and lick you clean of fever,
and pick your soul up gently by the nape of the neck
and caress you into darkness and paradise.


“Sekhmet, The Lion-Headed Goddess Of War” from Morning in the Burned House, © 1995 by Margaret Atwood – Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing

Margaret Atwood (1939 – ) Canadian poet, novelist, short story writer, essayist, and environmental activist, widely regarded as one of Canada’s greatest living writers. Known for her novels, especially The Handmaid’s Tale, published in 1985. She has been honored with numerous awards, including the Booker Prize, the Arthur C. Clarke Award, and the Governor General’s Award, twice.

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2 Responses to A Poem for World Lion Day

  1. A great poem there by Margaret Atwood. Thanks for sharing.

  2. wordcloud9 says:

    Thank YOU for reading

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