Golden Swan

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

I was trying to share my personal story with a fellow friend and writer so I created a series of short stories based upon our positions in liefe and our work - he as a builder and myself as a teacher - the following was the excerpt about my son .

 Dear Golden Swan
 
Her dear swan was named after another dear swan she knew as a younger swan. He was kind and would likely serve in the supreme flock. His intellectual and creative skills as well as his strong sense of equity for the ducks led him to master the rules of the swans and the caste system and she so admired him. He was an excellent communicator and could easily paddle with any of the groupings and often represented the slower swans .His flyer father had a “need to breed” and did often with many elegant and floater swans but never a dear. He had perfected his form and had a strong intellect; but had come from elders who were broken. As a result, he was showy, arrogant and knew that the only way to attract a dear swan was to pose as one – and he was an excellent poser. She was lost and hurt and her instincts told her to ignore his fine flying skills but she was weak. She spread her wings seeking adoration from anywhere. She realized almost immediately how toxic and dangerous his flapping and flying patterns were. He used surprise tactics to unsettle her and keep her off balance. Once her golden swan was born she fiercely protected him. She would teach the ducklings in the southern most ponds by day and hover over her dear swan by night. She was bent and weak but as all dear swans are; resilient and strong in mind. Their protective instincts are so strong that they will forgo their nourishment and shelter for the needs of their swanlings. Her elder so upset with this coupling avoided her like the plague. They did not call or visit and she could not make peace with this. Her younger sibling, busy with training was too self absorbed to care. This too pained her and made the divide between them greater. She sought out the advisement of a dear swan and he was able to help free her of this flyer. He immediately realized her to be a dear swan; although broken and weak. He was masterful in his skills; he would later join the supreme flock. She flew the coop as quickly as possible and never looked back. She often felt the remnants of his dark and deceptive ways and sometimes she paddled in circles and sometimes just watered.
She was an excellent trainer; but very weak and had to raise her swan independently .She had to recoup and strengthen and hone her training to support him. He was, bright, curious, an excellent paddler like his grand elder and kind. He dabbled in the paddling skills and the games of the competitive trumpeters. He was drawn to the larks and the nightingales who entertained and soothed him. He could easily blend with the floaters with his grace and beauty but she trained him too well to be a passive pleaser or floater. She warned him to temper his flapping; because his flyer elder although intelligent and highly skilled was very unflappy and aggressive.
He mastered the art of paddling, flying and had intense compassion for the slower swans and the ducks. He- like his dear swan elder moved gracefully among the flock and protected the slower paddlers. He craved information about the swan ways and rules and could never make peace with the caste system and the behaviors of the elites. She thought “what a magnificent dear swan- and pondered where he got it from? She adored her dear swan and he was the only one she would peck goodnight and wrap her wing around. He often trumpeted as he grew older and was an excellent communicator as was she. She insisted upon working for his twigs and tried to teach him how to stack and order them. She wanted him to be generous and he always shared his twigs with others who had less. She had raised him well and knew he would have to fly and she would water and be weak again for a long while. He paddled a little and floated a bit; but mostly trumpeted in the early years. He joined a group of honkers who attracted many floaters and spread his wings a few times. But – like his elder he was a one swan – swan and preferred to just neck. She knew his talents would attract many floaters and pleasers and she warned him; but she knew this one he would have to ponder for himself.


Submitted: August 19, 2010

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