The Crystal Swan

The Crystal Swan short poem

Photo by Dita Margarita

I wonder if you remember Eloisa
the skittish wind playing with your sand-colored hair
drifting scents of orange tree flowers
and you holding against your chest a crystal swan
with a lithe neck
but he’s gone and you
alike, the blessed peace makers
you dreamed of, forgetting the wedding bells
and the silver trout jumping
or the rain splashes on the lake’s water,
to forget how the vine branch cut in early spring
cries drops of cloudy sap
and how you shed tears of joy because he smiled at you…
now you have a blank look and there’s so much silence
that you can hear the sound of your eyelashes
trembling on your pillow
like a faraway call
Eloisa
the name of forgiveness is not forgetfulness
a North star fell over the frozen lilies in your bosom
hoarfrost flowers slowly melt down on your empty cell’s window…
a vestal once more
the one who forgets is therefore forgotten

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I am from Romania, I write poems and haiku and sometimes I translate them into English. My poems and haiku were published in various e-zines or poetry journals and magazines in print in Romania or abroad. Poetry is for me like champagne poured in a mug. I discovered this site and I can say that I found many good poems here.
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