I decided to post a poem I have been working on the past couple of weeks. Writing about past experiences can be painful as a writer. I think pain is a kind of alchemy. It can transform a dark and grey memory into a writing piece that is beautiful and shiny. The poem below is reflective in nature and doesn’t describe any specific event. I call this poem Tiger Chase.
She runs in the field of dandelions, tears filled her eyes.
Her shoulders were marked by red lines.
Her cotton dress is covered with grass
and her knees are scratched running through the vines.
She drinks from the streams, the water touches her bones.
She spent the afternoon running from a tiger, running to and fro’.
She hid by walking light then lighter
Holding her breath, hoping he wouldn’t find her.
The tiger slinked past it’s prey.
She was safe, for another day.
She bows her head to pray.
All she asks is for time to stay.