Sunday, 17 November 2013


This poem was written for the Flock Together community arts project at the Welney Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust. It references lots of the ancient European mythology surrounding swans.


I am the Child of Lir – Apollo’s light –
A tireless traveller, gliding through the night.

I am St Hugh’s lieutenant, Lincoln-born.
My duffel coat of feathers keeps me warm.

Heraldic pilgrim; knight from days of old.
I am sweet Leda’s lover, bathed in gold.

I am no ugly ducking. Sleek and keen:
My loyalty is always to the Queen.

I am the maiden drinking from the well.
I am the secret lost. I will not tell.

Blank pages here, unwritten on my wing.
I will stay Mute, until it’s time to sing.

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