Swan Maiden?!?

 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #126.

Swan maiden? First it was goose girl,

child of the village who tumbles getting water,

lost in the dark forest hanging over the gate,

Born under a sign exploding over castle

Built a hundred years ago

And now? The swans are returning

Midnight-black and friendly as pigeons!

So I'm the swan maiden, 

the candle in the mine,

the peasantry's reparative marriage.

A flock of black swans follows me

Even in eider-white, 

Even when I'm barely taller

Than a heraldic wingspan.

Go find your fixes elsewhere!

Build a girl from tinker's bits

Or from the ripped aprons

Or from the forest's leaves!

I'll march this flock back to the stars

Before we fill the castle's pillows

With dreaming, darkwing down.

Okay. It's been a weird week. So far, I've had nightmares about having to shower in WalMart, my brother turning me into the cops for a joke so many times that the cops decided to go ahead and arrest me, and various other stressful situations. My brain is stressed about something and it wants me to be sure to know that we're stressed. Message received. Hope you're having a better week, good weather, periods of calmness, and the writing is going well. I may or may not be sitting here with a dog in my lap, watching the rain fall and waiting for my brain to leap out of a dark corner and attack. 

-- Chrissa