Swans Lago di Bracciano © Sam Dunham | Lucciola.me
Just heard the beautiful ‘Who Killed the Swan’ by Gillian Clarke, Wales’ National Poet read by Cerys Matthews’ Poetry in Motion; check out the wonderful SheerPoetry a resource for school-age children by some of the UK’s best poets.
‘She is mine,’ said the river
holding the swan on its palm like a lily.
Said the sky, ‘She is mine to have and to hold,
my small white cloud of cold.’
‘She is mine,’ sighed the wind, wounding the air,
winnowing water, lifting a wing.
‘Mine,’ said the sun, noosing the swan
with a cold gold ring.
The cob swims in silence, its neck a question,
head downcast over water’s mirror.
He lifts archangel wings to score the sky,
churning water and wind to rise
above the river, beating alone upstream.
‘She is beside me, my soul, my dream,
the current under my heart.
Where I fly, she flies beneath me.’
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