The Black Swan, a poem written by Elizabeth Barton at Spillwords.com
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The Black Swan

The Black Swan

written by: Elizabeth Barton

@DestinyAngel25

 

With uncanny stealth, an eidolon
feathered with paradoxes, it cut
a startling impression, hypnotic
in its urgency, dread with portent,
a dream-shuddered expectancy
hovering in the sleep of the world,
Sibyl of a thousand years.

Disturbed rushes presage its coming,
scattered leaves hasten before the wind.
Its face lies in the moon, night silhouettes its wings;
silvered on oil-dark water, turgid wake
scrawls a lambent sign; a rustling dark form
glides from the other world to touch ours,
a gate slowly opening to uneasy dawn.

The Swan summons the seeds of old storms;
treacherous stars, cavernous suspense
reveals the tooth of the lion, the maw
of reddened fire an awakening of souls;
studded, a million sparks fly on black-feathered
shapes. An army breaks the edge of wonder
to fall like embers on a yawning grate.

Elizabeth Barton

Elizabeth Barton

Elizabeth Barton is an artist and poet from New Zealand, with work featured in Pink Plastic House, Fevers of the Mind, Black Bough Poetry’s Rapture and Christmas/Winter Edition 2021 and Vita Brevis Literature, Nothing Divine Dies. A winner of the 2020 White Label Cinq competition, she has a forthcoming poetry collection to be published by Hedgehog Poetry Press. Her art is in private and public collections worldwide, including the V & A Prints Collection, London.
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