Ernestine Northover (25th March 1943)

i do like this quite a bit. a nice storytelling. but i have two comments about the use of two words. you write Pride.....do you mean the state of being proud? or a group of tigers........because i have heard of a pride of lions but not a pride of tigers or any other animal. also, you use leonine which i thought would just refer to lions, but i DO see that it can refer to a lion-like animal/thing. thanks for sharing.

it's.amazing The poet has very in tellgently done this work.very good she is a good poet but not betterthan Rl Stevenson

Simple to understand and its still striking
Keep it up Ernestine,
Max

'Tiger tiger burning bright
in the forests of the night
what immortal hand or eye
dare frame thy fearful symmetry.'

Ernestine, Blake must have felt the same fascination as you have expressed so well in this superb poem. You have captured your tiger's rage and his grace in this wonderful work. love, Allie xxxxx

Great strength in words and nature, you express them well..
Thankyou again Ernestine for a strong piece
Love duncan X

I am fascinated by how well 'Tiger' disappears into the jungle...on such hugh padded feet, and yet worried that someday, they will disappear forever, except maybe trapped in a 4x6' cage at a zoo, being stared at...

Creatures of beauty and danger... well portrayed Ernestine!

Well I love cats but your write on tigers is spot on...In the beginning I thought it was going to be about the Mother tiger protecting her newborns in their lair...Such a different and appealing poem....thanks for writing this one...........marci. :) xo

hi Dudette. not a massive fan of rhyming, these days, but you pull it together so well. great flauntation. undeniable. keep on, sjg