Windsor Swans and Stillness

Windsor Swans and Stillness

          Windsor Swans and Stillness Because their silence Broods complete in winter snow, White swans disappear.                              ~ Phillip Whidden They know themselves.  They know their whiteness shines. Perhaps they have a slight acquaintance with The...

The Age of the Gods

    The Age of the Gods Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The age of gods remains the same, a still Forever.  As they were, they ever are, And ever will be, in a changeless, chill, Transparent medium. ...

Above, Beyond

              Above, Beyond The swan does not desire to leave his white On water.  Swimming on the surface he Turns neck and head towards his goal with slight Concern for beauty.  Serendipity Meanders on the surface.  Folded wings Are calmer than the flowing stream he...

Solemnity

                   Solemnity The swan reflects the water.  Water’s light Shines off the grace.  It moves like moon-drawn flow Up rivers.  Streaming feathers claim the white Of foam on ocean waves.  The feathers go Where God would go if he were mortal in A world devoid...

Serendipity

      Pennage Serendipity In shrouds a stretch of river there beneath The overhanging limbs of dark, dark trees (The Thames itself blocked out from light like death) Is suddenly a space where swans at ease Are floating like the souls of angels on The surface of the...

Swans in Meaningful Blue

     Swans in Meaningful Blue The swans pretend that death does not exist, Or one at least turns, drifting, with his eyes Ignoring it.  Still, never mind the mist, The shadows far away use its disguise To threaten him so gently that he does not Record the menace. ...

Stretching the Eternal

     Stretching the Eternal Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “the soul’s survival and residual divinity” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets, 23 The followers of Orpheus, if not The man himself, desired...

Wonder

          Wonder Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If you had never seen a swan before And suddenly one glided into view, That instant would be like an open door To white and winged epiphany. The true...

Consider the Swan after Sunset

Consider the Swan after Sunset Consider how the swan lifts up his wings Above his pinion shape while gliding on The River Thames at Windsor.  Athelings Were never quite so handsome in the dawn Of England’s whiteless history (so full Of scarlet slaughter).  Not that...

Plutarch on the Perfume of Alexander’s Skin

  Plutarch on the Perfume      of Alexander’s Skin   “Aristoxenus in his Memoirs tells us that a most agreeable odour exhaled from his skin, and that his breath and body all over was so fragrant as to perfume the clothes which he wore next him”  ...

Consider How the Swan Lifts Up His Wings

Consider How the Swan Lifts Up His Wings Consider how the swan lifts up his wings Above his pinion shape while gliding on The River Thames at Windsor.  Athelings Were never quite so handsome in the dawn Of England’s whiteless history (so full Of scarlet...

The Thames at Windsor this Sunset

The Thames at Windsor this Sunset The evening sunlight shines unevenly Upon the floating water and the swan. His neck receives the lovely force we see Along its curving back like cream chiffon In candlelight.  He moves away from west To east just while the sun is...