This poem is taken from Stand 215, 15(3) October - November 2017.

Judith Willson Three Poems
The swan flute
made from the radius bone of a Whooper Swan wing  
c. 40,000BP

Swans flying in across the lagoon at dusk, muscled as horses.
Dark filling with bells. The swans dipped and rocked, lanterns
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