Two tiger paintings that I bought
Arrived one sunny day,
So by excitement I was caught,
Unpacking straight away...
And when the prints were side by side
Upon the wall to see,
I smiled at them, as if with pride,
For they belonged to me...
The Bengal Tiger stared ahead,
Brown eyes beneath each frown,
Striped tapestry of black and red,
Deserving of a crown...
The other tiger, black and white,
With wondrous eyes of blue,
More welcoming, so not a fright,
No harm to me or you...
I know that's silly, how that seems,
But now I'm such a fan,
Despite the obvious extremes,
I buy prints when I can...
White tigers are quite beautiful,
The cuddly cubs look sweet,
That's why their prints are on my wall,
Each one my special treat!
Denis Martindale September 2016.
A poem based on the magnificent wildlife paintings
by Stephen Gayford. Google-search phrases
gayford prints and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem