Metamorphosis EIGHT

Posted on 8th May, 2019

Day 8


The Swan Princess : Kirsty Niven


The moon above, a broken egg-shell,

a glimmer of light, a hope unfulfilled,

I wait for the dance to begin,

the flurry of feathers, a spell shed. 


I look out over this lake of tears,

a reflection white and ghostly –

a haunted woman, longing

to swan dive into its depths. 


Closer to Leda than true love,

surrounded by burst yolks

and drowning in a static grief. 







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inspired by  a poem by Craig Raine


“Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings
and some are treasured for their markings –

they cause the eyes to melt
or the body to shriek without pain.

I have never seen one fly, but
sometimes they perch on the hand.”

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