Posted tagged ‘Swan not Swain poem’

From Leda’s Cousin, Marcelle (Writing of Things Past)

January 1, 2016

From Leda’s Cousin, Marcelle (Writing of
Things Past)

Swan, it turned out,
was not the same
as swain
and it was a good thing she’d first pressed just
a caress, meaning that only her thumb
(still screaming inside) was bandaged
and that the ER had believed her story
about the bread.

But now her head (read, heart) ached so–
not because she was grandiose
but because she was, let’s call it, scientific, her curiosity
terrific, and also, well,
angry
at everyone who’d said that Leda’d lied,
that she’d just lain beside, you know,
some fellow–

And because she was also–and this feeling barely
made itself known, though its sound would not
be drowned,
hungry–

for the fervor of
the not-so-much male–who could honestly tell
with a swan?
a being that, unlike a man, would understand
the trick of not
clipping wings,
the slickness
of fomented flutter, the feathering of
her breast–

But swans were not, it seemed, the way–
and holding her sore hand,
she knew she’d need
no further
remembrancer.

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A second and rather lighter approach to Shay, Fireblossom’s, prompt on Real Toads to write a response to a painting by Gerda Wegener.  I confess that there was a particular Wegener painting of girl amusing or amused by a swan that I was thinking of, but I had a very hard time uploading it to my blog, and thought maybe I better stick, in any case, to a different Wegener image–the beautiful one above.  Copyright may exist on the image–I will take down immediately on request.