Everything shower

Gold cherry
Poem of the week

By queen beatle

Mon, 21 Sep 2026
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8 comments
 

She's in there now.

 

Wide wings lather the window;

feather flurries drift the room,

cling the walls, clog the drain.

 

Flat feet slap a slurry up

of down and swirling pondweed,

pungent mud, pinched minnows.

 

Water splays, laces tiles

with frantic life, flicked and flung

from glad beak, lashing neck, tail.

 

It's a self-plucking, a gentle

immolation, Leda

and the swan transmuted.

 

She'll be out soon.

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Comments

Submitted by Turlough on

A swan with its dinner or a child at bathtime or both, for a nice bit of modern mythology.

 

Turlough

Submitted by Ewan on

 This is - as always - off-kilter, intriguing poetry with layers that we may discern or not. It's our pick of the day today.

Do please share fellow ABCTalers.

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Submitted by insertponceyfre... on

Perfect Queenb - the last line is brilliant - well deserved pick

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Fantastic poem, words translating into textures and sounds from quite a mundane subject matter. Poetry very well done. 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Congratulations! This is Poem of the Week!

 

Submitted by leannebates on

I lapped this up. Favourite lines in this: wide wings lather, feather flurries drift, flat feet slap, flicked and flung. Yes please! My kind of poem that I could feel, both calm and chaotic, free and cosy, and found myself wanting the swan to stay in and enjoy the shower a little longer, long as she likes! 

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Ingenious, queen b. I am not up on my Grrek mytholgy, so had to look up Leda. I thank for introducing her to me. Truly enjoyed this.

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

A whimsical, creative poem about an ordinary routine (a shower), triggering meandering thoughts and ingeniously juxtaposing them. An enjoyable read.