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The Swans, they sang this morning—
Their voices loud as bells.

Their feathers catching sunlight
As each of them fell
Down.
And in their frantic rushes
Of white and silver rain,
I could have sworn by gods above
That I heard her name;
And later by the waterside
In the silence of the lake,
I thought I heard her quiet voice
Singing of that
Ache.
But in the half-light, just near dusk
That ill forgotten tune
Reminded me of why I came
That I might leave too soon.
Only just as the light faded
And the tune within that light
Did I, forgetting time of day,
Surrender to the night.
 
 The Swans, they sang this morning—
All four by the lake.
“Nine hundred years of punishment
Is all that I can take.”

© Alix S.

Date: 2010-02-20 07:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] heartonbroadway.livejournal.com
this is captivating, beautiful natural rhyme. <3

This is beautiful

Date: 2010-02-20 07:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whataspacecase.livejournal.com
To the tongue and to the mind

Date: 2010-02-20 10:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] naurwen.livejournal.com
beautiful!
It's one of my favourite stories - yet a very sad one.

Date: 2010-02-21 03:11 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Beautiful. You're so talented. (:

Date: 2010-02-21 06:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] godwinsdottir.livejournal.com
Thanks, this is probably my personal favorite out of all that I've written so far. It's the only one I've felt completely finished with.

Date: 2010-02-24 06:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shauna-aura.livejournal.com
Such a beautiful poem, thank you for sharing it.

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