Aunt Jennifer’s tigers prance across a screen,
BrigAuntht topaz denizens of a world of green.
They do not fear the men beneath the tree;
They pace in sleek chivalric certainty.
Aunt Jennifer’s fingers fluttering through her wool
Find even the ivory needle hard to pull.
The massive weight of Uncle’s wedding band
Sits heavily upon Aunt Jennifer’s hand.
When Aunt is dead, her terrified hands will lie
Still ringed with ordeals she was mastered by.
The tigers in the panel that she made
Will go on prancing, proud and unafraid.
Summary of the poem —
Proud and fierce, Aunt Jennifer’s tigers leap effortlessly across the screen. They shimmer in coloration reminiscent of a sparkling yellow topaz. These forest anthropomorphic beings are sculpted by Aunt Tina’s capable citizen hands. They are posed and do not look up at the men underneath the tree. They stride with confidence in sleek and chivalric style.
Aunt Jennifer is pulling her wool with her fingers. Still, the process isn’t fluid and rather smooth. Aunt is struggling, even with pulling the ivory needle. The heavy marriage band that she bore after getting married fits very firmly on her hand.
Even now she is bound by that weight.
The frozen and terrified but skillful hands will narrate the story of all her hardships even after her death. Misery and bad things were part of prison nursing her. The image of the tigers was the only one that kept her steady in the tough storms this life sculpted. Only the tigers she has created pressed into the paint will continue leaping over the horizon, less scared.
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