Thursday 11 December 2008

The Swans




Do you remember the swans?

How they flew over us when we slept on the grass?

Do you remember the softness of the green,

the fierce rumble of the wings? Do you recall

the blue of the sky sheltering us?

 

Can you still remember?

 

Or am I alone? Without you,

without the swans of freedom?


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13 comments:

hpy said...

So you're still longing for summer! But isn't it good to be able to remember?

SusuPetal said...

I'm beginning to forget, HPY, don't know what I'm longing for.

Anonymous said...

Haa melkein sama kuin Mojolla Bombay jotakin blogissa. Mutta siis kaunis kuva ! (käys vilikaseen mun kuva)

Mick said...

Look into my eyes ... your lids are growing heavy ... heavier now and beginning to close ... into a deep sleep ... when I count to 3 ... you will start thinking of summer ... 1 - the wind is soft and warm ... 2 - you feel the heat of the sun on your face ... 3 - splat!!! ... oops, each of the three geese left a gift as they flew over!!! :O

SusuPetal said...

Pitääkin tulla katsomaan, Nukke. Mitä, onko joku Mojo Bombaysta käynyt Turussa?

Oh shit, Mick!

PeterParis said...

Do the swans leave you during winter? I thought they resisted even a Finnish winter?

SusuPetal said...

If they try to resist, they'll be frozen into statues, Peter...

Anonymous said...

If you join me, and we walk together along the bay, by the sea, there are two swans, already waiting for the summer to come. Pure white, whiter than snow, white agiants the black water, against the black sky...

SusuPetal said...

Whiter than snow, I like the idea, Kutuharju.

ScaughtFive said...

It's supercold and snowy here which means it's not so dark! Whew! That last month was really getting to me!

SusuPetal said...

So, you survived November then, scaughtfive. Good. Here it's pitch dark.

Kennethwongsf said...

I like their composition. Even though they're technically motionless, they give such a strong sense of flight.

SusuPetal said...

That's true, Kenneth, one can almost hear their wings...