Lake of the Swans

Early a May morning
I set into flight my children
off the side of the Sellwood bridge.

Two swan-dives down to the river bottom,
my small dancers feather their limbs

like wings. Their bodies allongé

through the air, reach up for me.

My little prince,
I have deceived you. I, your mother

whom you love, has made you jump

hand-in-hand with Odette.

The Willamette holds in my children
like goose-down. Their arched backs

float and only my daughter is dancing.
Her brother turned over beside her bares

through my eyes into the heavens. Screams

of the string quartet sink to end scene.
Tchaivoskky would never compose

music more wonderful.

Reviews

[Inject Positivity]

I really like the imageries you have brought here with an errie feel in it that magnifies the beauty of it... I like your word choices too which makes it perfect with the concept of the write... Very well done...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[The Twin Arenas]

This poem is scary.
Like, terrifying.

[SquinklaPsyOps]

I think you have a very interesting premise here that is completely brilliant.

[krish]

good job........very nice thoughts...

[Kaylor Mason]

That is very elegant! I'm sure the composers would be proud of you!

[I Shred This Cabbage]

i have took a looksee and i likesee! :P

enjoyed the careful phrasing and tempered flow.

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

I could not resist such a charming title of a poem. I was not disappointed

1. my small dancers feather their limbs
2. Tchaivoskky would never compose - music more wonderful.

[Antonio Valentino]

oh myyy.. that was amazinging eerie and powerful.. what a terrific writer you are, its been too long since ive read you.. Willamette? are you in oregony.. my fam lives up there.. not me though.. cali boy forever lol

very, very well done... truly!

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