all the mauled sky

oh, save me from the tiger he
says
what tiger?
that one up there, see??
he isΒ eating the good stars and
clawing at moon, his yellow eye
eye's me
he'll yet be my doom
ah, i see him, i say,
him of black thunder stripes, his
tail acurled slyly round venus and
mars
he is terror incarnate
oh god what a sight
but look now i say...
do not cower in fright
his jaws chew the fermament
breaking the night but,
through all the mauled sky
there now seeps through such light
M ~
Β
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such a wonderful work of art
Thankyou π x
very interesting poem LINDA
Thanks so much Linda π
Hey our Marion, if I was ever to have favourwrites .. this would surely be up there with em .. Neville x
What's a favourwrite?
its one of my neologisms and means pretty much like it reads .. x