swans embroidered on the waters
I, too, have my mythologies
but in cherishing of swans
and even their reflections gliding, eliding
I know I am not unique
except that from a young age
I loved the fairytale of the wild swans
as interpreted by Hans Christian Andersen
almost a founding myth, a foundling myth to me
and like Elise I saw my transfiguration in the skies
I had my dream task set out for me
to thread the nettles to take the linen and
embroider it so
that my brothers transformed into wheeling swans
might find again their freedom and be home again
as they were
and the bells of exile cease
the innocent be salvaged;
the soul released
from incomparable captivities.
mary angela douglas 29 july 2023
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