Swan Lake
Did you see her dance with the wild prince
in stained light, hair side-swept
on her scarred back, as immaculate satin
curved in waves to hold her like a bouquet of love
in mist or columbine, a few calla lilies cascading
to the hem? Did you hear lace
whisper to feathers near puddles where wine
mist ached in cloud-split rays?Did you see her bend her neck in flight
to find the prince? Hooves danced droplets
like diamonds denied. The black
owl cries in angled branches. I remember knotting
ribbed ribbons tight and thinking
they were everything.
Swan Lake by T. R. Poulson | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser
$15.00Price
