Tiger

English: It is a tiger in the zoo in Liberec. ...

English: It is a tiger in the zoo in Liberec. He is sleeping. Polski: To jest tygrys z zoo z Liberca. Śpi sobie. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A tiger sleeps
In a forest in my mind
Above his gentle head
Birds fly to nests to rest
All is dark
The trees a canopy
To catch the falling stars
The tiger’s dreams
Are deep and foreign
And seep within
The forest floor
To promise the approaching day

A ghost haunts
The hallways of my inner heart
His sad procession
Are promises broken
And betrayal
His footsteps a rhythm
To weave his soulful melody
His voice haunting
Angelic
Yet belies
The beast he is and how
This chains him to this moment
And this place

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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8 Responses to Tiger

  1. Brian Hughes says:

    I was wondering whether the ghost might be in any danger of being eaten by the tiger, but then I remembered that, according to the adverts on telly at any rate, tigers mainly eat Kellogg’s Frosties.

  2. This had me reeling inside…was so thankful for Brian’s comment to kind of bring me back again!! Great work, Sis!! xxxxx

  3. timbush222 says:

    You have a way with words there…. πŸ™‚

  4. jrosenberry1 says:

    Wow …. sad but ominous … beautiful but dangerous …. very well done!

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