Swan Island - Last Days

Swan Island - Last Days

A Poem by Christine Anne Shaw
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(from the archives, six years ago)

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i imagine this place
bedecked in winter lace
ice crystals on bark
.
ground cold and bare
the icy stare of trees
freezing to attention
.
confined to his bed
his glass reads empty
as he thirsts for life
.
i search for sun
sadly there is none
by the river, i shiver
.
i am dying in summer
from grief on an island
surrounded by swans
.

© 2020 Christine Anne Shaw


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Every stanza jabs me with a deep sense of letting go . . . one minute I'm reading about losing one's grasp on memories, & your message keeps twisting into a new angle, awaiting death or mourning it later. Your statements are made with simplicity, but each line shines with depth (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

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Christine Anne Shaw

2 Days Ago

Many thankd Margie. Written about four days before my brother died. I came across this in an old no.. read more



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This memoir shows how reencountering places associated with loss can revive feelings of grief that time may have somewhat assuaged. In the first lines the speaker imagines how the island must look in winter, with everything cold and bare and covered by ice. This landscape hints of death, causing a shiver even in the summer heat. I am not sure what the swans symbolize, but the speaker mentions them in an ironic way, so there is a contrast between the birds and the landscape. Quite a moving piece.

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dear Chris... some of us think of... "Our Swan Song"
"Swan Lake Waltz - Tchaikovsky"... as a beautiful analogy
of leaving with beauty and Grace; however I am not ready
to leave this place...
our beautiful World and Country. tenderly, Pat

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This looks like a slow painful path to finality; reaching for everything lovely, the summer, warmth, swans. I like the flow of your words..like"... his glass reads empty" Nicely written Chris!

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Wow, this is so beautiful and full of vivid imagery. The ending really touched me.

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Such a cold and solemn feel to this despite the warmth of summer.
Beautifully written

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It's like lament and requiem at minimalistic form . Dark colors are dominating above this island . It's feels very compact and strong. Even you try to describe sun . Sun is turning into dark moon . This is not happy writing but it's very impressive. This kind of writing help us to be happy for what we have.

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Every stanza jabs me with a deep sense of letting go . . . one minute I'm reading about losing one's grasp on memories, & your message keeps twisting into a new angle, awaiting death or mourning it later. Your statements are made with simplicity, but each line shines with depth (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 2 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

2 Days Ago

Many thankd Margie. Written about four days before my brother died. I came across this in an old no.. read more
the third stanza is to die for..."his glass reads empty/as he thirsts for life"---

shivering in summer shows a real frost inside oneself.
j.

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Christine Anne Shaw

2 Days Ago

Thanks Jacob. Found this one in an old notebook and decided to post it.

Chris
This sounds like an atmosphere of sadness with a possible easing coming from the sight of one natures most beautiful of birds
No pigeons allowed

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

2 Days Ago

It was a desperately sad time but nature can and does lend a soothing hand. Thanks Dave.

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Christine Anne Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Have been at Writerscafe for a year now, so pleased I made the change to posting my work here. Have loved reading poetry all my life, but never wrote my first poem until I hit 40. I wish now that I.. more..

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