Saturday, 11 February 2012

Where do all the old swans go?

Where do all the old Swans go?

Today i saw a dying swan,
leaning tattered against a railing,
it seemed to fall like a stone
pushing off , alone, into the water;
Yellow encrusted feathers,
no longer sleek upon its back.
It swam in circles, one leg cocked,
as if encircling a missing mate,
as i lent upon an unopened gate;
The canal ebbed ever onward,
no longer choked with winter moss,
ceaselessly drifting along,
a timeless reminder of passing loss;
Was it only yesterday i saw you fly?
two bye two into that sun ravaged sky.
You seemed replete,
with wings that never missed a beat,
and always the promise of another spring,
another cycle of warm remembrance,
a feathered plume of song and dance;
Now that swan swims alone,
waiting upon times endless eddy's,
caught in a lonesome rift,
in a stream that seems never to shift;
The old gate opened,
a rusty testament to natures ceaseless pursuit.
The crooked neck keeled over,
resting a head upon the water,
unable to direct the motion any longer.
The languid flow, flotsam to a distant shore,
feathers preened nevermore;
As i closed the gate,
a head rose in defiance,
wings spread­eagled, echoes of a former glory,
a retort of undeniable magnificence;
Where do all the old Swans go?
Yellow, ragged and foul,
at night, you can hear the silence,
and the call of the owl.

© Richard Michael Parker 2012

Artwork by Carola E. Thiele

1 comment:

RMP said...

My gracious and humble thanks to Carola Thiele for the collaboration on this work, her stunning artwork 'The Dying Swan' is an exquisite accompaniment to the poem and Tchaikovsky's masterful music, Thank you Carola!

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