16th January Season 8 – 9:30am Session 1

Welcome to the Padlet

Tiger’s rusted fur
surrounds an eye
that sees into souls.

An eye, that is ever-widening.
The pupil is your final full stop,
an eclipse.
The iris is sea-green,
surrounded by a wedding ring
of deadliest gold.

White whiskers sprout
fine and wiry,
as grandad’s beard,
sensing the air,
sensing your fear.

Tiger’s fur bristles,
ripples shadows
across its back.
Flames flicker
streaked by snow-caps.

Tiger eyes the world
and wonders
as cage bars
cast their shadows.

© Pie Corbett 2023

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