Swangirl

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a poem about self discovery. extended metaphore poem...

Submitted: March 03, 2008

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Her nimble fingers pluck

At feathers on a swan

Stripping it of its plumage

Laying it bare,

As she,

To the world

Without its feathers,

She is sure,

No one will look at the swan

The stripped swan will swim

Alone and destitute

Cold, wet, unclothed

Hopeless and helpless

And at the mercy

Of the waters reflection

And of its peers

Who preen

And stretch their necks

And strut

As if to proudly flaunt

Their feathers

Feathers

The naked swan

Now clearly lack

And is well aware

It is without

The swan cranes once sure and graceful head

Dips low

Breaking the waters tranquility

And its own reflection

And morphing it

Swan and lake

Ripple away

With time

New feathers will grow

Finer, smoother, whiter

Than those who once did mock

And its reflection will be shocking

And peers will suddenly flock

And the swan will crane its neck

Proud and wise and strong

And somewhere on shore

A girl smiles

Washing her hands

Of her plucked feathers

Letting the lake will carry them away

And lifts her head

Tentative and hopeful and bare


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