The Swan Comments

My Echo “Swan Song” I bought a goose at the butcher shop, I had them, the feet and the head, lop …..off. I lugged the goose home to my kitchen, and to my surprise the headless bird was itchin’ … under one of its pimply, plucked bird arms, …. which …. set off in my head all sorts of horrible alarms. An itching goose? ! How can it be? It is quite dead. And that’s when, from beneath its arm came a rose, quite red. Then a voice, booming loudly, quite close and stern ….. said to me “Will you humans there on Earth NEVER learn? Just now, not far away, alongside the wide and flowing river …. kneels a lady seeking love and passion, as is the current fashion. I did my best to help, but along came the butcher boy and set a’bashin’ … the poor, now-lifeless (almost) goose. Now the goose will surely be cooked, and next time the lady looks for love-assistance, I’ll be so, so ……over-looked! bri :)

Beautiful! IF you wish, check out my poem, The Bird and the Tree. Cheers!

your love poems are planted in the heart!

Mindful that shapes deceive and breezes die, still I grow, no longer just a watcher of clouds. I sing a primitive song of desire to the power that governs her gathering, And open my arms to embrace an answered prayer, the moisture of her breath. From Like A Farmer

Soft and feathery. Full of love's longing.