The crystal swan

a poem about a lost love

 

I wonder if you remember Eloisa

the wind gamboling in your sand-colored hair

drifting scents of orange tree flower

and you holding on your chest a crystal swan

with a lithe neck

 

but he’s gone and you

alike the blessed peace makers

dreamed of forgetting the wedding bells

and the silver trout jumping

or the rain plashes in limpid water

to forget how the vine branch cut before the leaves show out

cries drops of cloudy sap

to cry full of joy because the moon melted the clouds

and you have a blank look and there’s so much silence

that you cannot hear your eyelashes

trembling on your pillow

like a faraway call

 

Eloisa

the name of forgiveness is not forgetfulness

a north star fell over the frozen lilies in your bosom

hoarfrost flowers slowly fall off from the empty cell’s window

a vestal once more

the one who forgets is therefore forgotten…

Author's Note

Inspired by the story of Eloisa and Abelard

Reviews

[Chris]

I took this one a more modern way... the images invoked a lonely haunting.

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

I agree with you, but reading the synopsis of the story inspired me and made me identify with the lady. Thanks.