Poems ✍️

White tiger, с
The gentle touch caresses you,
No judgment for your sins,
All washed away like morning dew,
You're treated like a prince...
The sunbeams settle on your back,
Defiant to the end,
Upon your stripes both white and black,
That form a perfect blend...

White tiger, won't you spend a while?
Please stay! The sun's so hot!
Forget your subtlety and guile,
For they won't help a lot...
The forest waterhole is cool,
Your friend in times of need...
And though it's merely just a pool,
It's wonderful, indeed!


Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2012.


The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Forest Waterhole'.

More Stephen Gayford poems here:
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