Mesmeric

White tiger eyes, white tiger eyes, So mesmeric in blue, Are they to cut me down to size So that I might fear you? Or are they there to gain my trust That friendship grows and grows? If so, then why am I nonplussed, Can't move my legs, feet, toes? White tiger eyes, white tiger eyes, If only you would blink! I'd get a chance to realise! I'd get a chance to think! What lessons could you teach my soul? What blessings for my heart? Or would you quickly take control And then tear me apart? White tiger eyes, white tiger eyes, What secrets lay behind? What wonders lay in dark surprise To captivate my mind? Despite your gracious majesty, You're getting on my wick! First chance I get, I must break free, Turn tail and scarper quick! Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2011. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Mesmeric'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com