The Tigress
Dedicated to all single mothers everywhere, raising their kids alone, defying the frowns of the patriarchal society. You must be a tigress to ward off the wolve
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Hi Hubbies, long time no see. Great to be back. Here's a poem I wrote a while back...
The tigress comes in my dreams I am not naive enough to ask "who is she?" I am much more naive than is enough I think I know it all! The tigress roams around my subliminal boundaries She often becomes rampant To protect her cub Just one she has left Did she have more? No further back story. But she follows me through, sometimes leads me To a jungle And an array share market offices In a techno jungle Symbolic innit? And then I run through the offices The young yuppie managers asking me my whereabouts I say, I'm here for an interview That's an instant discussion killer They point the way to the HR room I don't care I follow the tigress Oops! She's gone. She is obviously not visible to these people No one struck panic She went through them silently In search of her cub It's lost again In a digital realm Digital but colorful throughout And laminated all over Laminated shiny grass and garden Like the one described in Eden Laminated shiny fruits and flowers Of vivid rainbow colors Colorman, colorman, what color... Roar! She's enraged again Infuriated leap over my head she makes I stand still, frozen in shock But when I get out of it I realize I wasn't scared It was too sudden a shock For me to process fright or not The tigress finds her innocent cub Trying to cross a tiny toy water stream Barely a feet in width One paw, two paws One paw, no paw Wet! Roars the tigress No tiger was man enough She's alone, But she is not helpless For her baby, she can tame the lion All by herself. And finally at the end of this poem Which wasn't intended to bring me an answer I realize it's her The lady I once thought I loved But I only rode the tiger.
