Young Pretenders

Young Pretenders

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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(found in an old notebook of mine, swans are very territorial in the mating season)

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As swirling veils of winter mists
are softly kissed by half-baked sun,
a lovestruck swan in courting mood
checks out his rivals one by one.

Into his path newcomers stray,
too close by far throughout the morn,
hostile aggression he displays,
demeanour set, full feathered white
sharp focused, ready neck set low,
at speed he glides prepared to fight.

All young pretenders freeze in fear,
a battleship approaches there,
no hesitation on their part
as threats abound, their actions smart.
They don't perchance a second glance,
fast turn direction, sail away.

© 2019 Chris Shaw


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That's some well worded flow this morning. It was interesting to imagine this playing out with swans, and then people. You could see this in an amusing and charming way or a more, aggressive, natural animalistic way. It works both ways but, I prefer the charming take.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Thank you David. What I saw was pure aggression in nature. However human nature often mirrors what .. read more



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And extremely protective of their brood too. I used to take diversions from a local... Uhm, what's a group of swans called? A neck of swans?
So, as I was saying, I used to take diversions from a local neck of swans where I used to live, but I used to take them crackers and photograph them on the canal and I think they got used to me and meant them no harm. The second generation, which may be a necklace of swans, used to come right up to the bench when they saw me... But the parents/grandparents always kept a watchful eye on the young...as I did on them, just in case.
Your words brought these memories flooding back Chris. Your words flow so well, just like a neck of swans 😀

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Lorry

4 Years Ago

I wish I hadn't said it. Reminded me of school lunches. And yes, it was pink on the way out too. The.. read more
Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Yuck reminds me of sandwich spread. We used to call that channel crossing :)) Add that to the Pilloc.. read more
Lorry

4 Years Ago

Ah, now for breakfast 😀
don't mess with the Bismarck....that ship will destroy them all...first the Hood and then?
allegorical...the swans similar to male humans....she's mine, get away from her...or we fight...
and the rest know they are no match for the dominant male of the group.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

So right what you said Jacob. No messing there. Talk about dominant male and aggressive :) Just like.. read more
Lovely description of this scene as nature plays out the Darwinian story in the survival of the fittest. Set in your usual well metered, sweetly rhyming poetry.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Many thanks John for your lovely review. Most appreciated.

Chris
That's some well worded flow this morning. It was interesting to imagine this playing out with swans, and then people. You could see this in an amusing and charming way or a more, aggressive, natural animalistic way. It works both ways but, I prefer the charming take.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Thank you David. What I saw was pure aggression in nature. However human nature often mirrors what .. read more
This is a very good, and very well written write. enjoyed

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Thank you Korin. I appreciate your comments.

Chris

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Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..

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