Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #49
The Great Whites and the Tigers
by Belinda Roddie
The great whites and the tigers lurk below
our feet within the rushing foam of dark
and vicious whirlpools that house all marine
life that we still work hard to understand.
They cruise the currents, teeth exposed, ready
to chew and crush the skeletons of prey.
They smell each rivulet of blood that moves
within miles of their wide periphery,
and every sharpened tooth strikes outward to
make each creature submit to its harsh fate.
The great whites idolized upon the screen,
their mates the tigers even shy away.
One day perhaps I'll see these wowing beasts
and hope that I won't bleed out in the least.
by Belinda Roddie
The great whites and the tigers lurk below
our feet within the rushing foam of dark
and vicious whirlpools that house all marine
life that we still work hard to understand.
They cruise the currents, teeth exposed, ready
to chew and crush the skeletons of prey.
They smell each rivulet of blood that moves
within miles of their wide periphery,
and every sharpened tooth strikes outward to
make each creature submit to its harsh fate.
The great whites idolized upon the screen,
their mates the tigers even shy away.
One day perhaps I'll see these wowing beasts
and hope that I won't bleed out in the least.
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