I visited the Oracle a second time, using the same word set. Another Armistice poem.
Upon the lake,
wild swans alight,
beating wings
beneath a stormy sky,
to drive away, in shadow sleep,
the bitter rain that falls
like bloody spray.
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Thanks for reblogging, Michael 🙂
Thank you for you efforts in bringing other thoughts into the readers life. Have a nice sunday. 😉 Michael
Thanks for all your support, Michael, and a beautiful Sunday to you too.
Always with a great pleasure, Jane. Love really you stories and poems. Have also a great Sunday. Michael
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A striking image–and swans again.
And rain.
Swans are magical, like hares and deer and the odd dog or two 🙂
🙂
Beautiful! There must be a lake nearby to elicit the images in this poem.
There’s a pretty (and large) lake in Bordeaux. The visitors tend to stick to the beach where swimming is authorized, so the rest of it is lovely and quiet.