Ode to (My) Man’s Best Friend

(c) AM Nabonne

My small lion
of Chrysanthemum royalty,
and crowned with double coated
identity – remnants of winter
peaks, distant, hill top snow blazes
and grey clouds –
ancestral colours for a distinctly
arrogant carriage – porter of Tibetan
and Chinese mystery in debate
of a depiction of traditional oriental art. 
A  lion heart beats in the engagement
of mopping hair and black mask gold
falling into pools of deep,
jet ink – borrowed by scholars
and poets who poured their words
into the well and dipped with tall grass nibs
onto dried scorched parchment
scrolls – the fine scripts of old masters.
River’s flow inside history, inside
the purest moons of saucer eyes –
glints  of old souls inside of each.
Bright, playful, loyal, loving,
Xi Shi dog, old man, monkey,
child of a teddy bear, court jester
of royal descent, beggar of bits and pieces.
But mostly, blessed with peonies
and their fragrant aroma – lioness
to your flower crown and your
earthly soul.


Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

15 thoughts on “Ode to (My) Man’s Best Friend”

  1. Your love for your Dog shines through, I wish I could find words like you. My Dog is called “Daisy” she is a Cross Lurcher/Alsatian and a Rescue Dog, we always have Rescue Dogs. Daisy is my Baby thoroughly spoilt and much loved.

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