Tigress bosom

A watercolour painting with three dimensions

Colourful and messy like a child’s first drawing

No law or order as by nature’s intentions

Its rounded shape cupped by wilderness’s claw -

Its markings in a place I never foresaw

Yet the ones that have left me in awe

My pale flesh be the canvas for the art;

The diamond in the rough

Its lustreless surface with opalescent heart

Turned into masterpiece ever so bright

Them tigress stripes freshly tattooed on my skin

Honouring all that is and has been:

Raw pink bursting seams to mark the stretching my breast went through

To highlight the mightiness of the act they shine royal blue

Ivory with ruby red glow be they too -

Baby finger scratches that make the white liquid flow anew

Those tigress stripes -

my badge of honour they are

Being the most unique of types -

So special and common like a star

Silver-glow in the dark is what they do -

Illuminating this golden source of nutrition

So that my son’s growth sees fruition

Teal be the other hue they take on

As blood-filled veins crisscross them upon

To pass on the green plant-based energy I consume

So that bosom-expanding milk production can resume

A rainbow of colours that signifies

The birth of my son

And me, motherhood-wise

My zebra stripes

My war and battle scars