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Wednesday, July 21, 2010

the snow tiger...

he had thought that he was safe
there in his forest of ice
he’d left the world of light and warmth behind
choosing instead a life of dark and cold
he had feared the heat of the other world
feared it with a passion most never know
feared it as most would love their mates
but fear it he did -

for he was
the snow tiger 

he’d painted his hard lean body
in stripes of shadows and light
the black of black the white of white
he’d painted it like the stripes on the trees
with their ribbons of frost
not to be seen by day or by night

and so he lived in the vast wasteland of steel and cold
there he’d worked feverishly to uphold
never allowing another in
guarding the glacier that was all him
never leaving the safety of his self-made lair

he’d thought that he was happy there
that he was safe
but only one as frigid as he could survive such a place
there was no nourishment to be found in the arctic woods

he hunted here he hunted there he hunted everywhere
but the gnawing hunger remained
it gnawed through his belly and into his cold dark heart
leaving a hole that could not be filled
and soon he knew there was nothing left
in his forest to be hunted - to be consumed -
to ease the pain of his hunger as it grew
the hunger he had felt before
but which now became a ravishing sword

and then one day at the forest edge
as he crept closer and closer still
there stood a vision he ne’er had seen before
but one he feared nevertheless -
he feared to the bottom of his lonely soul
and knew in his gut that this vision meant danger
danger to him and to all that was his

the vision remained - there it stood -
starring straight into the windows of his barren soul
something familiar something once known
or maybe just a dream
but no - it was a mortal creature the vision he feared
a mortal creature with long dark hair that softly swept
the snow beneath her human feet

the sight of this mortal soul struck a chord of primal fear
her haunting black eyes never left his icy stare
her scent attacked the spirit he’d long forgot
he thought perhaps she was just a gentle breeze
blown by the dusty figments of his empty imagination
for the trees in his forest had long since lost their leaves

he could not strike and he could not flee
he was transfixed frozen in her light
and what of that light - it was not white, that must be it
this light - this unpure light - emitted something evil - something sinister
it had color - and that evil that he most feared - 
the one her light emitted
to the gods he implored - not this not this - this he could not survive
this would surely kill him - this - this was his most dreaded enemy
this was warmth!  life, even!  life, with passion!

and in that moment of time stood still
the she-creature fearing not his warrior stance
edged closer and closer again
moving toward him toward all that was his
he roared at her from the icy lobes of his fractured heart
threatening threatening again
but she did not fear him she did not retreat
closer still she edged into his sacred trees

her smell permeated deeper still
leaving his core needing more
his mind abandoned him
he could not think as before
and he knew that she brought with her
weapons the likes of which he’d never dreamed
and then his great claws began to lose their grip
their grip no longer holding to the frozen ground now turned liquid

her eyes never left his stare as she came toward him
bringing with her a strange never before felt sensation
it was foreign to him it burned his eyes attacked his nostrils flared
and invaded that secret part of him long held captive by the cold
this light that surrounded her now surrounded him
what could it be
his worst fear brought to reality?
what could it be?  who could she be?  who was she?
this mortal who walked in light and warmth and color

this light that once attacked his senses
somehow now seemed to ease the ravaging pit of his hunger
further and further she encroached
it seemed her odour ate at him it conquered advancing ever more

the light and the warmth that was her invaded even deeper
deeper into the darkest recesses surging but never retreating
until it reached the stalwart chambers of his heart of stone
seeping down into the crevasse of cold that had been his life
it left him dizzy it left him alive

then he realized that thing - the thing that she brought with her -
that light and warmth thing - it was something he almost remembered
from the other world - something he need not fear 
something that could be cherished, even -

 it was a thing called


and this other thing, this she-creature - 
this mortal whom he had first feared
he remembered her now, too
from once before in the land of light and warmth
he remembered her now - 

she was the gypsywoman-

she had traveled far suffered much to reach him 
to save him from the ravages of his own frost
from the hunger that consumed him

she had come from the other world  

and she had come





this was first posted in my gypsywomanworld blog and today while i was rummaging around i came across it again and decided to re-post it - here - where the talk and thought are of love - enjoy - again!

dulce said...

Oh Lady!
I am so glad you've reposted this masterpiece
There she comes. Who could resist such warmth? No matter how far he goes you'll find him, and he won't resist you... it's great to know that -after all- we have the power.. if we know how to use it.
Great write

Sweet hugs

Desert Rose said...

wow Gypsy..what a piece! you are really beyond words to describe! wonderful read..so intriguing! so much enjoying this that i am rereading for the third time! BRAVO!:)))

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

This is a masterpiece of intrigue and emotion. I love it. It's like a short story, but with far more dramatic punch to it. Nicely done, gypsy!


greetings dulce - yes, the power we all have - the power within - that sometimes becomes so foreign to us as to be frightening even to ourselves - and then to show it - to share it - with another - there is the beauty - the love -


and dear desert rose - thank you SO much for the kind words - you know, i cannot tell you how many times i, too, have sat and just read this piece - it is almost as if i did not write it somehow - as if it is speaking directly to me - as if i am the snow tiger and the gypsy simultaneously - i'm so happy if you found something - anything - in it - and for your words i am so grateful!


dear trish, you now i am always so moved by your words and these beyond most - as i've mentioned before, there is something about this piece that is as if i did not even participate in its writing - but that it was written for me about me - as both the tiger and the gypsy - it moves me in ways mysterious - it truly does - i sit and read it aloud to myself and am never bored with the re-reading of it - and i say that in the most humble way - it's just something that rings a deeply embedded note in me - again, thank you for your kind words!!