An Audience Granted Poem by Bill Mitton
An Audience Granted
I saw him briefly once,
like a three dimensional
shadow on the lake.
And I was breathless in
the presence of such majesty.
The sheen of his plumage,
changing, as the sun danced
on the rippling water.
He turned towards the
bank where I lay.
Across the small distance,
We met eye to eye,
suddenly as if to offer
me a benediction he
raised himself in the
water and spread his wings.
Then he turned and was gone,
yet in the contact of our eyes
I felt his pity, in that I was
just a mortal man.
Whilst He, was a Black Swan.
Another wonderful poem, and I love the idea of the bendiction, so graphic I can almost touch the swan! Just wonderful! Regards, Lucy
This is a beautiful write, Bill, a lovely picture expressed here, and one I could see so clearly. They are so regal, and aloof in some ways. Majestic. Love Ernestine XXX
Fine imagery and anthropomorphic thoughts...benediction...like a priest. There are so many of us and so few black swans.
Nature is so wonderful in is purity. Just like this poem Bill. 10 from Tai, loving the wildlife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Beautiful again Bill, I felt like I was laying there! ! Moyaxx