swans are beautiful, elegant birds. Their grace can be likened to that of many a similar thing. I absolutely love the way you lead the reader to swoon and then swipe away the light imagery with an image so murderously graphic. Superb.
Ahh, I'm sure I'm not the only one who received shivers reading this. I agree about the gentle tone you set, the gracefulness you convey, then the harsh imagery. The sudden image (and imagined sound) of the swan's neck snapping, and the sadness I felt with that last line just sticks with the reader.
Something so delicate, so intimate, now lost or tainted. Now no longer bestowing such a presence, a gift.
Hey Ben, Etheree is way too much for me! Just when I thought you had maxed out in your types of poems, you throw a strikeout curve ball. All the beautiful lines of the swan overshadow the Etheree style, but, together, bring a beautiful masterpiece, well done.
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