The Stare Poem by Denis Martindale

My camera aimed upon his face,
To catch those tiger eyes,
Such that a magic spell took place
And caught me by surprise...
The stare that tiger sent to me
Had mesmerised my soul
And filled me with such mystery
That I lost all control...

I stared at him as he stood still,
So statuesque and proud,
As if we two should share the thrill
And all that it endowed...
Two souls united by his pose,
His poise, his style, his charm,
As if this moment had arose
Yet none should raise alarm...

My camera clicked, the tiger moved,
Then he went on ahead,
How could his picture be improved?
As if to say, 'Nuff said! '
That's why this picture's called 'The Stare'
With looks meant to enthrall,
Because that tiger's soul's right there
And simply says it all...


Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2012.


The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'The Stare'.

More Stephen Gayford poems here:
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