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The Swan
From right across the frozen lake he comes to me
Simply responding to my walking across the lake –
No plastic bag in sight!
But calling him in my mind’s focus.
He comes out of the water
To take the wholemeal bread from my hand
He stands as tall as me – beak at eye level
Mute he is not – He hisses –
Warning me not to try and touch him
Is this because he has been caught before –
Perhaps for tagging?
He snorts –
Greedily and haughtily
Asking for more – I think!
His wings are partly raised in a classic swan shape -
Two taut bows curving to touch -
Brilliant white fluffed feathers on an iron frame
Are they raised in readiness for attack or flight –
If I make a wrong move?
I talk to him calmly
Telling him he is beautiful
And I am sorry there is no more
I should bring him wild trout heads for better nutrition
I reflect that his response to me
Is a mirror of most males’ responses to me –
They want to take the nurture
Ut they are afraid of intimacy – afraid of entrapment
And I reflect that this modern male response
Is a mirror of our lost Mother Earth worship –
We take her nurture
But we do not want to be intimate with her –
Close to her - to respect her - give back to her -
Give ourselves up into her -
Love her
Fear of feeling open and vulnerable
And protecting one’s own space
Seem to be symptoms of our society’s
Icy, Iron-hard brittle tension
Melt me -
In case maybe it’s a mirror
Of my own fear.