The Swan King

The Swan King. Fine fibre lashes flicker, flutter. Sailing trance-like on warm reflected glass, Royal icing sculpture, still Lily-White feathers. Ripples giggling, Dragon Flies dipping, Sticklebacks cha-cha clumsily within own shadows. as pulsing circles steady...peaceful. Lilac Water-lilies whirl-curl open, as perfumes whoosh! Midges hypnotic. Verdant reeds stand stiff, honouring dawn’s yellow-zest ribbons, as a frozen Butterfly poses for flight. ‘S’ curved, sparkling neck, full-stop onyx pupils, he glance-glares at a Mallard trio... olive flecked necks scuba dive in shell-pink wellies, then line-dance... ’One-two, one web forward, two-three, one web back. four-five shake booty!’ Rainbow Trout ker-plop leap in this shrine-still lake, mountains laminate into silver firewater. As a billion tiny stars come together enhancing wizard–white plumage the Swan Queen follows his webbed tracks. Wisps of twirling mist creep in gentle hush, lovers serenely drift beneath skies of solar-blue, on bluish-wine water, saturated in Heaven–leaking light, a fading fairytale vanishes into Moonlight’s magical veiled silk voile.