Trumpeter Swan

Trumpeter Swan

Looking through the tall grass
down into the valley below
Oh what a sight for my sore eyes
Did this magical day bestow

The majestic Trumpeter Swan
Signature ebony beak, legs and feet
His plumage surrounding him
as a throne on which he will seat
 
He moved silently on a mirrored lake 
Creating a picture postcard scene
The cold waters are his kingdom 
Where he lives with his queen
 
The soft downy feel of feathers
Replaced by frozen crystals of ice
As he flaps wings with his might
Predators might likely think twice
 
His finesse regal in every sense
Elegant in tuxedo of black and white
A wingspan ten feet, maybe more
Assures an impressive flight
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Laura Boomsbury is hosting D'Verse Poetics tonight
She has asked us to choose an example of prose
by Laurie Lee and expand on it using 
“I had never been so close to grass before. It towered
above me and all around me, each blade tattooed with
tiger-skins of sunlight. It was knife-edge, dark and a
wicked green, thick as a forest and alive with
grasshoppers that chirped and chattered, and leapt
through the air like monkeys” (Cider with Rosie)

Word Prompt
Finesse - RTD

Swan photo by Hinterland's Who's Who