Artful Alternatives
My White Swan Woman - A Poem
Updated: Mar 27
She showed up in my silence
Not beautiful or serene.
But forceful and ferocious
In my face,
Huge and imposing.
Her headdress of feathers
Were sculpted knives
Cascading gently
Over her head,
Across her back
Wings of pointed envy
Not flowing or tickling
But stabbing and twisting
One angry word after another
To myself.
Her skin so pale
Her feathers so white.
Her red, dead eyes staring into mine.
‘Who Are You? I whisper to her.
‘ I am You.‘ She roars back.
My white swan woman.
Fly to me
Fly into my psyche
Break me apart
Slice me with your feathers
Turn me inside out
Tease out my veins
Watch me as you drink my blood.
Become me, My thoughts
My darkness, My purple
My ugly, My fat
My stupid, My worthless
My disappointed
My sad.
Be witness to the death of this.
My white swan woman
I’ll dance, I’ll sing.
I’ll puppet through this fog.
At your command.
Fly away now.
But never close your eyes to me.
