Feathers
Waiting at the bus stop on a cold winter's day
cars roaring by, and trucks never stay
A cyclist wobbles along, a really old guy
and a woman with four babies
smiled and says "Hi"
Clouds roll over, a few splats of rain
whipped along by the wind, what a pain
and the bus isn't seen
what a very long wait
life can be so mean
Seagulls flying over in their never ending hunt
seeking hot chips, that would be the stunt
But there's only this pole
the bus stop and me
stuck in this cold windy hole
Why is there a swan flying by on the wing
a rather large bird, that I can hear sing
There's a rainbow falling into the sea
so bright in the air with the clouds
shining in the wind for all to see
There's no one around, but that swan is here
having landed, standing tall as a deer
Something strange in the air
being now by a pond
with a swan, with a glare
Legs gone to jelly, clothes gone away
the swan coos quite gently, in its swanny way
Stepping around me, his wings beating air
he looks into my eyes, into my soul
pokes his beak into my hair
Feathers upon skin so gently, it tingles
like a breeze in the air, it tugs and it pulls
How long is it lasting, this thrusting inside
driving ecstasy like electricity
sparkling and fluttering along my side
A thrashing of feathers, a beating of wings
a fanning of passion, with a swan that now sings
Like sticky honey running in the Sun
the smell is strong of flowers and bees
and I laugh, and I laugh in the joy of the fun
In the sun by a lake where the storm now subsides
I'm buzzing all over, gazing into those eyes
Caressed by his feathers so softly
held by that body so strongly
loved by that long neck so gently
"It's here" said the mother with four babies
"Could you help with these treasures"
onto the bus, and onto a seat
I look out the window
and wonder where I left my feet
All I can see are the eyes of a swan, looking at me
all I can feel are those feathers, touching so softly
The bus groans on through the cold winter's day
where the rainbow is seen on the river
and the hills passing by, to where I stay
Filled with feathers like a pillow stuffed tight
I close my eyes and there is a swan in the night
Such an amazingly beautiful sight
wrapped in a rainbow
through the clouds in flight
The birth was unexpected, was I a dinosaur!
four eggs delivered, and were there any more?
I thought it was a dream, some witches coven
that I imagined a swan, and those feathers
but now I've four orbs in the oven
Low warmth, like a bird, turning the eggs
so large, what will hatch from between my legs
Four cygnets, or four babies, and where is their dad?
left with a clutch, with a dream, with a memory
I thought it didn't happen, and then I found it had
Jaqi
Bluh
Thursday
cars roaring by, and trucks never stay
A cyclist wobbles along, a really old guy
and a woman with four babies
smiled and says "Hi"
Clouds roll over, a few splats of rain
whipped along by the wind, what a pain
and the bus isn't seen
what a very long wait
life can be so mean
Seagulls flying over in their never ending hunt
seeking hot chips, that would be the stunt
But there's only this pole
the bus stop and me
stuck in this cold windy hole
Why is there a swan flying by on the wing
a rather large bird, that I can hear sing
There's a rainbow falling into the sea
so bright in the air with the clouds
shining in the wind for all to see
There's no one around, but that swan is here
having landed, standing tall as a deer
Something strange in the air
being now by a pond
with a swan, with a glare
Legs gone to jelly, clothes gone away
the swan coos quite gently, in its swanny way
Stepping around me, his wings beating air
he looks into my eyes, into my soul
pokes his beak into my hair
Feathers upon skin so gently, it tingles
like a breeze in the air, it tugs and it pulls
How long is it lasting, this thrusting inside
driving ecstasy like electricity
sparkling and fluttering along my side
A thrashing of feathers, a beating of wings
a fanning of passion, with a swan that now sings
Like sticky honey running in the Sun
the smell is strong of flowers and bees
and I laugh, and I laugh in the joy of the fun
In the sun by a lake where the storm now subsides
I'm buzzing all over, gazing into those eyes
Caressed by his feathers so softly
held by that body so strongly
loved by that long neck so gently
"It's here" said the mother with four babies
"Could you help with these treasures"
onto the bus, and onto a seat
I look out the window
and wonder where I left my feet
All I can see are the eyes of a swan, looking at me
all I can feel are those feathers, touching so softly
The bus groans on through the cold winter's day
where the rainbow is seen on the river
and the hills passing by, to where I stay
Filled with feathers like a pillow stuffed tight
I close my eyes and there is a swan in the night
Such an amazingly beautiful sight
wrapped in a rainbow
through the clouds in flight
The birth was unexpected, was I a dinosaur!
four eggs delivered, and were there any more?
I thought it was a dream, some witches coven
that I imagined a swan, and those feathers
but now I've four orbs in the oven
Low warmth, like a bird, turning the eggs
so large, what will hatch from between my legs
Four cygnets, or four babies, and where is their dad?
left with a clutch, with a dream, with a memory
I thought it didn't happen, and then I found it had
Jaqi
Bluh
Thursday
22
November
2018
November
2018
NOTE ~ The mythical tale of Leda and the Swan came rising up out of the Earth recently, with the discovery of a painting in Pompeii. This is my take on the telling of the tale of Leda and the Swan, in a modern kind of way. I waited at that bus stop in the poem so many times, and maybe I would have rather ran off with a swan. And seagulls were a big thing in thise parts too, ever after hot chips, if they could get them. But, do you like the story in the poem, and do you like the poem with this story? Anyone unfamiliar with the tale of Leda and the Swan, will see through that window with this article …..
Stunning Fresco of 'Leda and the Swan' Sex Scene Found in Pompeii
Ariel David, 19 November 2018, Haaretz
https://www.haaretz.com/archaeology/MAGAZINE-stunning-fresco-of-leda-and-the-swan-sex-scene-found-in-pompeii-1.6662327
Ariel David, 19 November 2018, Haaretz
https://www.haaretz.com/archaeology/MAGAZINE-stunning-fresco-of-leda-and-the-swan-sex-scene-found-in-pompeii-1.6662327
I had been collecting images of the nude in art, with a view to a follow-up show in the Sedja Sky Gallery at Nautilus City, to follow on from the Ancient Nude Photos exhibition there. I have well over twice as many as the 222 needed to fill that gallery now, and so many very interesting and intriguing views of the nude from ancient times, to now. One theme that has emerged in the gathering, has been the tale of Leda and the Swan, so many takes, from ancient times to the present. Now I wonder if I will find the number of images needed to fill the Sedja Sky Gallery. This is rude art, being about sex, and passion with a beast, who was really the head god of the Greeks. So it is religious art of another age.
One visual telling of the Leda tale in a art gallery, crossed the path of the law, who demanded the photos be taken down. I could not help but wonder if art lovers should have taken to the police with feather dusters. There is something much more than sex in this story. There is a level of eroticism that all lovers can delight in. Maybe, this is one of the roles of art in mystical ways, to respect, but also to crave those feathers, swooshing, thrashing, tickling, teasing, reaching down through time and tide to tell us so …..
Police Force Gallery To Remove Leda And The Swan Image For 'Condoning Bestiality'
Sam Parker, 30 April 2012, The Huffington Post UK
https://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/2012/04/30/gallery-swan-image-condones-bestiality_n_1463675.html
You be the judge of that story, and also be the judge of the telling of theLeda tale unearthed in Pompeii. What really amazes me about this ancient piece of art, is that it is so well preserved, that the colours are so fresh, and it is also a really good work of art. Many frescos have not survived well after two millennia, but this work shows how good Roman painting skills could be …..
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