It's Still Life

A SWAN: UNTITLED

a slap on the water,
on the air, lifting,
here a slap and there,

wings white, snowy and down,
here where their necks arch,
air caressing its down.

oh fingered webs,
oh beating white rush,

here beating, there over
the loosening ripples
of a lake’s brooding broth.

Miz Quickly’s Day 11: Sort of create a link or mix between Yeats’ Leda and the Swan & Old MacDonald. E-I-E-I-Ooo. My first thought was bite-me, so I had lunch, and I felt better for it. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter. Image: British National Archive photo feed.