Cold Swan
Over in a shallow glade by the river she waited,
Cormorants gliding silently.
In the embankment bed she lay.
Twisted isles swept furiously,
Dead fish shallowed pools beneath the old red bridge.
Above a sky in black, dirt filled.
At night she listened carefully, moved in silence.
The span of wings touched her heart.
At night she fell to whispers,
exclusive lights in a harbor born.
Copyright © Lily Radcliffe | Year Posted 2015
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