A Shade Darker

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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,

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
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.


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Read here about The Swan in Celtic Mythology.

Posted for Weekend Mini-Challenge @ Real Toads

And Posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

52 Replies to “A Shade Darker”

      1. 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


  1. I love the way you chose the Cygnus… I think they would approve,… they are wonderful creatures in so many ways.

  2. 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.

    1. Awww gosh! ❀️ Thank you so much, Kim πŸ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it! ❀️

      (and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🌹

  3. 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. πŸ™‚

  4. Ooh, I love how you have so deftly imbibed the swan mythology and symbolism here β€” it’s like a bewitching song β€” 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…”

  5. 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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