The low sky had become charcoal grey
so much
so that the moon heard not voices
that swallowed the world and peace of centuries which dwelt
in green pastures,
here
amidst the shadows sleep swans, their dreams amalgamating
into one
I consider choosing you
knowing well that Cygnus would approve
you see
I have had these instances
where chrysanthemums have urged me to feed my soul
yours
is the journey I wish to embark upon, as laughter grows
into something fond,
a feeling
cherished and stored for days when the sky threatens to turn
a shade darker.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Read here about The Swan in Celtic Mythology.
Posted for Weekend Mini-Challenge @ Real Toads
And Posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
Ah Sanaa! I love this one. I love the idea of laughter growing and as something to be cherished and protected. Bravo!
Wow, Sanaa. That ending gave me chills —
“the sky threatens to turn
a shade darker.”
Powerful writing.
Thank you so much, S 😀 so good to see you ❤️
All those wings and stars, all that longing, and sliding into journeys sharings and merges. This is mythical, romantic and fantastic.
Thank you for dropping by my sumie Sunday today Sanaa
Much💛love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Much🌻🌷love
Awwww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Vivian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
I love the way you chose the Cygnus… I think they would approve,… they are wonderful creatures in so many ways.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Cygnus are such beautiful animals! and named after the constellation.
Definitely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Toni ❤️
laughter growing paired with the graceful cygnus – a lovely image
Thank you so much, Margaret 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Swan mythology is particularly haunting, from Greek legends to fairy tales, and the Cygnus constellation or the Northern Cross is a familiar constellation. I love the way you’ve brought the two together in this poem, Sanaa, as well as the contrast of charcoal grey sky and moon, sleeping swans and chrysanthemums. The final lines are stunning.
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🌹
I have had these instances
where chrysanthemums have urged me to feed my soul
Such an evocative poem, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Love is sometimes the only true shelter we have under darkening skies.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Rommy ❤️
A stunning beautiful write. Love it
Thank you so much, Vicki 😀 so good to see you ❤️
Most fascinating! And the inclusion of chrysanthemums is absolutely inspired.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
One must always heed the urgings of the chrysanthemums, don’t you think?
Absolutely 😉 thanks for stopping by, MMT ❤️
I love the idea of storing the good and glorious to use on those days when the not-so-good comes to carve its mark…
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
i think this is a great love poem, and a lovely take on the Celtic legend.
the narrator knows where his love is, even under very trying conditions. i like the contrast of the dark skies, and the swan, which i assumed is white. 🙂
Thank you so much, Lee San 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
I love the swans sleeping in the shadows……..and the chrysanthemums urging you to feed your soul. Travel carefully and safely, voyager………
Definitely ❤️ thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Ooh, I love how you have so deftly imbibed the swan mythology and symbolism here — it’s like a bewitching song — a sensory palette which is both emotive and evocative.
I loved this bit: “I have had these instances/where chrysanthemums have urged me to feed my soul/yours/is the journey I wish to embark upon, as laughter grows/into something fond…”
Awww gosh! ❤️ Thank you so much, Anmol 😀 so glad you enjoyed it! ❤️
This is beautiful; just compelling.
Thank you so much, Chrissa 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I love that chrysanthemums can urge and the moon hears voices, or not.
Thank you so much, Colleen 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Another lovely, beautifully imaged piece. I totally agree with Magaly’s comment: an interesting, contemplative ending.
Thank you so much, Wendy 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
A simply beautiful poem Sanaa! I Love your imagery.
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I like this sooo very much, Sanaa. It started out just right with me, the moon not being able to hear voices because of the heavy grey skies. “chrysanthemums have urged” again shows very finely tuned with the hearing or not hearing. This time for the good.
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Thank you so much, Jim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Goodness.. that reminds me the monsoon is just a couple of months away…. !!
Absolutely 😀 thanks for stopping by, Rajani ❤️
seasoned wings fly
above this warming garden
green reaches
_m
Thank you so much, Magyar 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
This poem’s imagery gave me goosebumps. Beautiful, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Love, it can be our glory or our demise. This is a beautiful poem.
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Nature has away of soothing the soul in so many different ways.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Whitesnake ❤️