Tyger, Tyger Burning Bright

Rashmi Walke
Jul 29, 2017 · 1 min read

Tyger Tyger burning bright, In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry … by William Blake.

I did this poem with Ahi this year as a part of her poetry learning. And then the Tyger decides to pay me a visit in my dreams, twice yet. Both the dreams I remember quite vividly. I saw the dreams just before waking up in the morning. He came to my home, peacefully walking inside through the door. Actually there were two tigers both the times, but only one came inside. The other one stayed out. I was scared but he wasn’t bothered with anything. He moved around the house with all his swag and style, checked on people and also decided to sit down for a bit. There was no aggression or roaring or any other form of terror in his presence. But his mere presence was enough to terrify me. Thankfully the dreams ended on a peaceful note.

I wonder if they were telling me something about my pregnancy or my baby in making.