The Swan Poem by Srimayee Ganguly

The Swan

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At nightfall I glimpse Diana saunter
Amidst the deadly serenity
The zephyr kissed her feathery hair, her dainty feet roved -
The darkness of mortal soul and celestial serendipity
That hid the mighty mysteries through ages that echoed
Of tales supernatural, forlorn, miracles all—astray;
The moonlight breathed into me
Bittersweet flashbacks of an afterlife
The foliage hushed, the evening star shone
I drank from the chalice brimming with the elixir of life.
Through the days my eyes they sensed
The enchantment of my terrestrial sojourn;
At darkness, I gaze strangers from unknown realms pass by
And I felt it all – the magic of moonlight.

When liberty caressed her touch so soft
Like the fragile wings of butterflies
Yet it soared amid the sky above
And conquered – terrain, firmament
The azure and emerald marines they swam-
Queen of universal might.
And so the minutes ticked and destiny wavered
As fate would have her time
Through the unflinching stroke of pain, I sensed
Diana’s sacred tears and her fainter moans of cry
My eyes they saw the hunter with his armed bows
Before they slowly shut the light -
My bleeding defeated spirit
It flickered and failed for her hand
And unto the depths it sunk
Singing the last song till the end.

Saturday, September 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: swan
COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Made a revisit. Enjoyed

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Unnikrishnan E S 03 May 2016

The moonlight breathed into me the bittersweet flashbacks of an afterlife. Really beautiful, yet haunting imagery. Great poetry. I enjoyed reading, re-reading it. Congrats. Do keep writing. and thanks for sharing.

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Srimayee Ganguly 27 September 2015

Thank you for the comments!

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Fabrizio Frosini 26 September 2015

a well penned write, your first poem at Poem Hunter, Srimayee - WELCOME! Thanks for sharing and.. keep posting cheers

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Kelly Kurt 26 September 2015

A poignant poem, Srimayee. Thanks for sharing

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