The Muted Swan

Poem for my lingerie collection;

The Muted Swan.
Draft #1

Hush befell chaos,

A new mother unearthed,

This white waterbird,

Silenced from birth.

She entered this world,

Without sound, without cry,

and grew into a girl,

Speaking solely with her eyes.

Untouched but tempted,

Was this tormented mute,

Her lily-white name,

Her un-blushed repute. 

A swan robbed of song,

Voiceless, virtuous and pure,

Inwardly screaming,

Wild thoughts of a whore.

Irreligious ideas,

Were awakening within,

These carnal delicacies, 

She was revelling in. 

With petal-like lips,

Carved into a kiss,

Silent whisperings of this,

Sinfulness bliss.

At unholy hours,

In sultry June,

Her hot, airless room,

Lit up by the moon.

She blackens her feathers,

Her wings in flight,

Divine and violent,

was the....

Loose notes:

Animal-like, responds in instinct, 

She can't ask for love,

She can't court or cultivate it,

Outwardly voiceless and pure,

Inwardly screaming vivacious filth, 

Word-less woman,

wild eyes and mind.