BM (26-03-45 / Salford, England)

An Audience Granted

I saw him briefly once,
like a three dimensional
shadow on the lake.
And I was breathless in
the presence of such majesty.
The sheen of his plumage,
changing, as the sun danced
on the rippling water.
He turned towards the
bank where I lay.
Across the small distance,
We met eye to eye,
suddenly as if to offer
me a benediction he
raised himself in the
water and spread his wings.
Then he turned and was gone,
yet in the contact of our eyes
I felt his pity, in that I was
just a mortal man.
Whilst He, was a Black Swan.

by Bill Mitton

Comments (5)

Beautiful again Bill, I felt like I was laying there! ! Moyaxx
Another wonderful poem, and I love the idea of the bendiction, so graphic I can almost touch the swan! Just wonderful! Regards, Lucy
This is a beautiful write, Bill, a lovely picture expressed here, and one I could see so clearly. They are so regal, and aloof in some ways. Majestic. Love Ernestine XXX
Fine imagery and anthropomorphic thoughts...benediction...like a priest. There are so many of us and so few black swans.
Nature is so wonderful in is purity. Just like this poem Bill. 10 from Tai, loving the wildlife.