Winter Games! Poem by Denis Martindale

Two tigers roared with utmost glee,
Their Winter games to play,
Alive and simply glad to be,
No matter, come what may...
Their Winter coats kept them quite warm,
While they were so engaged,
Despite their menace and their form,
While acting so enraged!

They switched their bodies to and fro,
To gain the upper hand,
While keeping secrets as they go,
To carry out what's planned...
Yet all in fun, no hatred here,
No vicious streak within,
That's why they didn't show some fear
Or sign that they'd give in!

So on they went, roar after roar
And snarl and sneer and scowl,
While both of them were keeping score,
Beyond each grin and growl...
Then suddenly, their games complete,
They found sweet harmony
And that's something that none can beat,
Like Christmas, naturally!


Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2013.


The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Winter Games'.


More Stephen Gayford poems here:
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