Wading Tiger Poem by Denis Martindale

The wading tiger slowly moved
Within the silver stream,
Observing just how much it soothed,
A winsome mellow dream...
Where feelings blur and melt away,
To leave behind a glow
That takes all traces of the day,
Such that all troubles go...

And in such peaceful, lilting bliss,
That tiger closed his eyes,
Just so... and with no chance to miss
What few could realise...
Tranquillity is such a gift,
Transporting soul from mind,
As if to grant the heart a lift
That it was meant to find...

No wonder, humans feel the same!
It's bathtime! Rest a while,
Relax, this Shangri-La to claim,
Breathe gently with a smile...
With perfumes here and perfumes there
No tiger could explore,
My word, it's quite beyond compare...
So who could ask for more?


Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2013.


The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Wading Tiger'.