Observe that certain beauty
In the dying light,
And though the signage
Read ‘Beware’,
I still conceived the flight.
The swans disguised as geese,
The geese disguised as swans;
Westward went that fleeting skein
Mellifluous my remorse.
For I have known the bones of snow
And blood redeemed from ice,
And I’d beware and warded off
The lady once or twice.
She lives in a long-lost village,
Submerged within that lake,
And when a poet’s heathen-set
His soul she gets to take.
I thought his sword rescinded,
A thrush his throat well-caught,
Ripple-effects reverted,
Silent as a corpse.
Suuuuuucchhh amazing imagery and poetic storytelling!
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Thank you so much 🙂 I am very much into the feelings of winter and also Arthurian legends. I love the legend of the Lady In The Lake – I visited it as a child and it has remained with me to this day 🙂 a very evocative Cornish place.
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