(based on the Irish legend of Aengus, the
Poet God of Love, Romance & Meaning,
who became a swan in order to pick his
beloved, Caer, from a group of swans during a time
when Caer had turned into this beautiful creature)
A hundred-fifty swans in dancing light
of sun were shimmering upon the lake
when Aenghus, God of Love, beheld the sight
and called to her who made his poor heart ache,
"You haunt my dreams. I die for love of you!"
With her reply, the cloak that he had on
turned into soft white wings, for love was true.
And thus it was he joined her as a swan.
How great their joy when Aenghus met his mate,
the fair Caer, there in the gleaming throng.
Imagine knowing bliss to be your fate!
In unison, they sang a wondrous song
so sweet it lulled all listening to sleep,
a melody their hearts would ever keep.
For A Rambling Poet's Contest on Birds.
(mine, of course, is the swan).
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
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