Poem -
There Are No Such Tiger’s Burning in this Forest Bright
Inspired by William Blake
In the forest, oh so dark
I lay my head down to the ground
trees singing shaded tunes
ear piercing solemn lune
hands pressed hard upon my head
shadow of the tree tops spread
ground awakens thunder roars
ground awakes and asks for more
screaming creaking howling wood
above my shaking legs they stood
sun hides behind black clouds
peering peeping tree tops howl
no such love light here at dawn
shivering shaking trees do mourn
waving arms of shadows past
reawakening my somber mood
the taste of tragedy centuries passed
and centuries yet to have light
there are no such Tigers
burning, in this forest bright.
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Comments
Love the alliteration scattered throughout your poem. My favourite line is "peering peeping tree tops howl." Alliteration and I really like howl as a verb. Now I may be going off at a complete tangent here but I sense an element of an environmental poem here as well as the danger to animal species. "Shivering shaking trees do mourn" another great line, suggests this to me. As well as "there are no such tigers." 🌹
Dear Bernie, so very kind of you to see so much, as you have noticed with your truly wonderful review, it is I who is frightened in the great forest but in the current climates we are all living in there is great danger to the forest and to the animals. Thank you so much dear friend, you always see the bigger picture. 🌹
Thank you Shirley and you are welcome dear friend. 🌹
Very enjoyable work Shirley, lovely flow to this verse my friend x
Marion I just found this, sorry it's really a late reply, can you believe I didn't see it, thank you so much. ❤️