In my childhood I was a fervent worshipper of the tiger — tipsy from its raging scent, knifesharp, jungle-supple; I was shadowed by its fearful symmetry, teeth and paws; But never lost, I strolled without a map in its feral awe.
In my adolescence I grew claws, I wrung my skin to hide the stripes the tiger left; I hid behind equations — chalk. It was never out of fear I walked alone, it was never me, it was the tiger, growing, growling — me in feline fright.
One day the tiger left me, left a void I filled with duties, laws. I see the tiger’s tail in the preacher’s eye, in the politician and professor, in a burglar’s hand, the tiger left me prudent, proud, but I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness.
Today Amaya inspires with a prompt at dVerse were we shall take a quote from a book to start and another to end. I start with a quote by Borges which comes from Borges’ Dreamtigers, and I end with the first line of Ginsberg’s Howl