I Brought a Mute Swan Home

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
My first attempt of playing with sentences to make a poem based on a famous myth.

Submitted: July 11, 2011

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Yet knowing that she couldn’t ever squeak,

I brought a Mute Swan home.

Bounded by incredible ecstasy,

And started singing a happy tone.

 

She sat on my lap the next day,

I hoped her to sing,

But soon the elation faded away

As she cried with a broken wing.

 

I wrapped a warm cloth around

Her bleeding body.

I thought of myself a clown;

Playing tricks with a monkey.

 

Wrong was the notion, I knew that,

But I felt a nincompoop,

A Mute swan wasn’t a good pet

Because singing it can never do.

 

I waited for her single note

Even though the clouds turned grey,

I sat on my lonely porch,

To God I prayed and prayed.

 

Was my wish coming true

As I heard it squeak?

But that was only a dreamy view

Since reality was so bleak.

 

I played a guitar before her,

Wishing her to react.

The world was getting blur

As reality started to crack.

With her first note, everything stopped,

And I was glued to what she sang

Surprised, all I did was just stare

Resting my cheek on my hand.

 

Parachutes flew in the sky,

I listened her till dawn.

With death approaching, she sang

While every mortal frowned.

 

Her requiem of golden tears,

I too hummed along,

Everyone gathered to hear

Maybe that was called SWAN SONG.

 

 

 


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