Sky summer evening

Sky summer evening

Wednesday, 19 January 2011

At The Swan

After Leda and the Swan


Pith on each edge of each mouth in The Swan

approaching as your lashes

tail-flick.

Seasoned, thin

Skirted, you secretly think you

can take anything these days. You’ve been

shrinking

thinner through the decades,

and still spitting

feathers. Then I take-

Quick

A drink? Scotch;

Cutty Sark, then you

Limp, listening.

Followed,

you blush and

you kneel and you

grin to recall:

Flapping.

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