The Amaranthine Poet

Silent Blue

May 6, 2008 on 9:46 pm | In Everything | 1 Comment

Silent Blue

Many said that Leda picked up her blue silence,
And gently lowered herself into the well.
But the truth-
Leda fought against the beak of violence,
As a swan pushed her and down the hole she fell.

Her voice lept and smashed against the falling diamond sky.
Her laughter left in bubbles and drowned in the murky bottom.
The moon ran damp fingers against the well’s tumid eye.
The blue wind whistled on that summer-like night of autumn.

As she hit the floor she found the rainwater to be very kind.
He caught her in his wide mouth and held her ’til her tears were done.
When she drank up all the starlight he really didn’t mind.
He gave her a fallen rose from heaven which tasted like the honey sun.

The next morning the clouds came down and lifted her out the well.
The water, swollen with love for Leda, knew just what he was to do.
As the swan flew by, the sun bit his wings and down the well he fell.
Then the water crawled down his long, graceful neck,
And drowned the swan in the silent blue.

Jenna Awad

The Amaranthine Poet