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A Swan on Loch Calder

George Gunn

(For Naomi Farquhar)

 

They come here in the Voar

to go to Iceland

white & loud & tired

& all about the lochside

they had flown from the North of Africa

to rest on Loch Calder

 

I stopped counting after maybe twenty

each one was more fantastic than the last

they honked for hours & I sat 

& watched them come & go

then after listening with my eyes closed 

I opened them

the loch was like the Cassiemire under snow

 

& yet this peedie creature came towards me

all gentle & wild & complete in herself

she stared at me for at least half a minute

just to see what side of life I was on

then rose up in the air like a miracle

she flew above me & around the loch

then off into the blue North

& was gone

 

Naomi, much lately have I seen death

but what I tell you is about life

a swan on Loch Calder

made it all clear

she was my love

she was my wife

away in an instant

away to the Arctic

& I still here

 

at some point in the future

when I am black

& she is still white

I will follow her to Iceland

into the cold & salty night

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George Gunn

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