The Children of Llyr

[swanneshals]

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.