This verse is inspired by William Blake’s The Tyger. The original popped into my head when I saw how extremely vibrant my stripes appear in this photo. They simply glow!
Anyway, consider this poem a little experiment in which I take an old poem, and create something new with some of the same words, phrases and tropes.
It’s good to have projects and experiments, no?
Do my stripes make me burn like Blake’s tyger?
All fearful asymmetry and sunset-scorched eyes,
And borne of the winged aspirations of some ineffable architect.
Sinews of heart muscle twist and tunnel,
As a new heartbeat pummels and punches its way to the surface to be heard.
Though it will take more than hammers and chains to mould my dread mind with your clawlike grasp;
Only terrors await thee.
My eyes were speared from the stars,
And my tears laced with heaven above and hell below.
There is no doubt that the One who made the lamb and tiger, and all angels and demons,
Also made Me.