Standing tall midst the waving golden grains
Spattered with gore, battlescars marring the giant's fur
Fire streaked with midnight stripes, golden eyes narrowed.
This tiger has been through too much, seen too much,
Bloody flesh still beneath his claws.
He is standing utterly still, wary of his surroundings,
Another tiger comes, her red-gold fur shining beneath the baleful eye of the sun.
Nuzzling her mate, tension draining from his frame,
He trusts.
The tiger is your heart, dear one
Scarred, battle hardened,fighting to stay alive
Loving.
Trusting.
A true tiger's heart.
A contest entry
- Metaphor Me by AnotherFace.
700 points, ended December 24, 2007, 8 entries
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Wow what wonderful metaphor.
I'm very taken back
Tremendously well written.
Thanks for entering my contest.
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wow this is amazing!!!!!!! <3
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I love this metaphor!
It is well written
and your vocabulary is exquisite!
The imagery is lovely
I especially love how the beginning draws you in!
"Standing tall midst the waving golden grains
Spattered with gore, battlescars marring the giant's
fur
Fire streaked with midnight stripes, golden eyes
narrowed"
That is my favorite
but of course all of it is intricate
and well thought out and truly beautiful!
awesome job!
x from the ashes x
ps...i only have one suggestion, do you mean amidst instead of midst? or was that done purposely? just a question...anyway love it!
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