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The Black Swan

By Rori O'Keeffe

Copyright © 2017 by Rori O'Keeffe

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The Black Swan

About the Author

The Black Swan

I find myself in a strange place

Beside you, under these silks.

Not once was I expecting such things,

Things such as you have brought.

A rare sort of bird you have become,

From the wilds of where, I know not;

Your shallow heart hasn't betrayed you yet,

But I know that you mean me harm.

It is the way of those put aside in youth,

To go about taking their revenge

On everyone they come close to,

And I don't see how you differ from them.

I lie hear going over all we've said,

And my puzzled brow turns away from you

Why did you compare me to that girl you knew

Long ago, before you left home?

Was she radiant, caring, kind, like me?

Oh, you say certainly to all three.

Was she kind to you, I ask you now,

And your turn to blush is upon us.

Why was she cruel to you, I ask,

And you're telling me that she brushed you off -

Not with a shrug, but with a disgusted manner,

As though you were a crumb on her knee.

So what am I, Sweetie – your first love put in her place?

Now you yawn and say they all remind you of her,

Because in the end, they all brush you off.

Let me be the first, then, to keep you for a little while -

I always think of one like you, that irritated me long ago,

And the thoughts I had of naked passion -

Oh, well, we seem to have been waiting for each other.

This dappled light we see ourselves in,

Is healing a rift that time left till now.

About the Author

Rori O'Keeffe is a poet, fiction writer and occasional essayist. She spends most of her free time contemplating what she'll write next, and she's always surprised by the result.

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