14 April

Day 14
Tiger 'sonnet'. Tiger after the first poem I loved - 'Tyger..' by Blake and sonnet, as it has 14 lines, but quite honestly, I didn't have the energy to construct it properly..but i did get obligatory Tiger King refs in there..

I remember the first poem I wrote-

The poem and the symmetry,  quite fearful

She prowled, hungry, fire furred, night forested

And I 'd read Blake,  I was all innocence,

I felt the animal,  terrible and purely made of words,

I wrote 'On silent  feet sHe slowly passes'

Want to reach out your hand, William Blake?

Want to open the cage, Joe Exotic,

and place your head in the tiger's mouth?

Where is the tiger daughter now?

The Tyger king takes fire from Tiger Mother.

A new tiger is a tiger child. They steal her fire,

A tiger isn't a poem, not a poem.

I want to feed the Tiger King to Tigers