Tiger Riding
She rode a tiger's back
through a canopy of briars
beyond the speed of light
their silent claws never tiring.
but the tiger tired of the game
and shook her off to the side
panting over her bloodied life
it snickered just before severing all ties.
Though starving, it didn't feed.
It already had taken what it needed.
Indigo from the deepest sea
where all dreams dare not fly
Where dead birds never sing.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
