Labyrinth of Colours

In my last post, I spilled the beans that, in addition to the new poems I’ve been writing these last months, I’ve also been working on a novel. My writing this summer has happened sporadically in different places as I navigate through the heat with my children close by. I try to set aside time each morning before dawn, often using free-word association to wake myself up and write a new poem. I’ve written several poems exploring the characters and settings in my novel — one of which I’ve already shared (see: Sampson, The Tiger King).

Here is a poem that describes the place where the tigers live, also the place where action takes place in my novel — the jungle. There are many other words for it, including: wilderness, maze, primeval forest, web, wood. I imagine a tangled web of life full of sounds and scents as I write, a place of mystery and enchantment. A Labyrinth of Colours.

Labyrinth of Colours: Asian tropical rainforest
Tropical Rainforest in Thailand

Labyrinth of Colours

Green palm fronds sway in the breeze

heavy with heat and covered in insects

making a cacophony of endless sounds

chattering in the canopy of majestic, tall trees.

Labyrinth of Colours: Jambu fruit dove
Jambu fruit dove

Clouds of silk cotton and disk shaped combs

hang from their branches, honey bees buzzing ’round

Orangutans & red-faced monkeys climb the bamboo

looking for ripe figs to eat.

A land rich, wet with year-round monsoons

& hot with vibrant colours.

Labyrinth of Colours: Heliconia

King Cobra snakes slither on the rainforest floor, stealthy and quick

to pounce of their prey, guarding eggs in a nest near the river.

Labyrinth of Colours: Loris

The silvery gibbon sings her haunting song from the treetops

the tiny slender loris sleeps in a hollow

waiting for dusk to play, when the Dawn Bat emerges

from her cave, flying in search of flowers & Durian fruit

with her snout like nose.

Labyrinth of Colours: Durian Fruit
Durian Fruit

Copyright July 13 2016 Stacie Eirich 

*Note* All photos included in this post are stock photos found through online google search, and therefore are not the property of this author. 

Sampson, The Tiger King

Over 10 years ago, I belonged to a writing group made up of a handful of writers. Our members ebbed and flowed, changing with what was going on in our lives – we were also students, teachers, mothers & dreamers in our 20s, 30s, & 40s. We’d meet monthly in a bookstore cafe with printed drafts that we’d exchange and comment on, sharing with each other at the end. I would bring along my old thousand-pound laptop, keyboard and accessories to plug into the wall and always stay afterwards to write more if inspiration sparked.

I wrote many poems, short stories and responses to writing prompts as a result of that writing group. But for years the printed drafts sat in a folder, gathering dust in a box with each move. The old laptop eventually stashed away in the closet and my writing time dwindling to almost nothing after I had my children.

2016 has been a year of rebirth for my writing; a few months ago I unearthed the old laptop and revived my passion. I started with poetry because that is how my writing began and where my dreamer heart resides. But soon after I tackled my old poems, and began writing new ones here on my blog — I took out that dusty folder of story drafts.

Only one of them stands out as a story worth developing and sharing. It’s called, for now: The Kingdom of the Tigers. I wrote 7 chapters years ago, and in the last few months I’ve written 6 more. The first draft is nearly finished, but as any writer knows, there is still a lot of work to be done.

The work I’m focusing on now is character development through poetry.

Meet Sampson, The Tiger King. 



Blue eyes blazing, black stripes flashing

he crashes through the sticky, hot leaves

his paws leaving marks in the wet ground

crunching insects underneath.

He is a great white light streaming

streaking through the trees

a tiger flying fast and true.

Slowly, he stops at a clearing

stands to gaze upon his castle

where he is King of every turret & spire.

His blue eyes watch, slowly they move

like clear, crystal blue water

they search for her, his mate, his true Queen

but reach only sky above, it moves with clouds dark and low.

Sniffing air heavy with heat, the King lets out a sigh

his enormous jaws flexing, teeth shining in strips of sun.

He knows he must return, before the storm and the night

with its unsettling dreams and rain

its haunts and darkness


Copyright July 8 2016 Stacie Eirich