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.