Poem -

Ntwadumela

..painting by Carol Anne called "The Capture of Life"..........................................................

Ntwadumela

The man beast starts a quest; to pay tribute to the royals,
Crosses the savannah of time, ponders the cost of spoils.
Drinking from his ostrich egg; he removed from his cash,
Avoiding the many spying prowlers with teeth that gnash!

The cheetah run relay to bring war warning spirit spears!
To the people of the Masai Mara; and squelch their fears.
Marking his path of direction, for his death march to water.
Reminding him; cost and tribute for passage, one martyr!

He arrives at the Mara river; of the life and death toll,
Guarded by the sentinel crocodile, the final death roll!
The mass of wildebeest surge across; trying to be first!
Moving so fast as to overlook their hunger and thirst!

Their little ones have learned to put their mothers between,
Themselves and the flanking lions, so as not to be seen!
Though at the rain filled watering hole they don't understand,
Why their parents drink; while always being on solid land.

So as the little ones play and drink in shallows of fools,
They are dragged to their sad death; in the crocodile pools!
The colossal master elephants; remember the path,
To help the man beast; escape through the valley of wrath.

The stealthy leopard waits in the; all seeing tree of shade,
The cost of the traveler if resting, that must be paid!
The python marking the line of warning! ye shalt not cross!
For even the mighty buffalo; would be at a loss!

Now to meet Ntwadumela, "He who greets with fire!"
As he destroys the hyena matriarch; with ire!
Eternal enemies! the lion pride and hyena clan.
Their blood bath battles and ongoing wars, do aeons span!

The man beast offers a recurring; tribute of feasts,
To his court and Ntwadumela, " The king of beasts!"
The offering accepted for another peaceful year!
As the wily jackal circles wide the meeting; in fear!
The vultures and storks clean and pick up after the detente,
Leaving still a banquet, so no creatures are left for want.

The man beast given safe passage with escort to his home,
Where the zebra, giraffe, kudu and wildebeest roam.
Now the known ruling is, "He who greets with fire!"
Will not devour the man beast; or have that desire!
 

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Jill Tait

Ooh I had to look him up ‘He who eats fire’ luvit Jim lad sheer excitement throughout ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️💕💙💕

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Jim "The Lad" ....

The painting is by Carol Anne whom is on this site in the art section, thank you for your read, comment and support Rob!

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Carol Anne

 Jim 
what a compliment to me for using my painting . I love this !
your words of sheer genius brought it all to life .. exciting ...
Thank you  

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Jim "The Lad" ....

I am very happy you like it! maybe we can collaborate again in the future!..............Jim

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Carol Anne

Thank you jim
that would he so nice 👍🏻 

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Shaun Cronick

Jim, a real tour de force of a poem that delivers the human/ animal kingdom in spades.
Your poem flows and so superbly and to be honest have never heard of Ntwadumela or this painting, but I have now and your poem does Carol Anne's The Capture of Life, it's true poetic justice. 
A great and engaging write.
Five stars and pinned to show to my daughter, who will love both.⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Thanks for setting this vibrant piece of art to poetry as only you can sir.

 

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