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LEDA AND THE SWAN
Legend
holds that Zeus was a rake.
He
had this thing for beautiful earth women,
And
he had a bag full of tricks.
He
would use any ploy,
Anything
to satisfy his desire for sex.
The
god wanted Leda,
He
wanted her real bad.
Yet
when he became swan,
(The
guise he adopted for this one, particular encounter)
The
landscape of his attire, the white,
It
blinded him, and for the moment,
The
god stopped, he had to orient himself.
And
she, she knew what was in store.
Had
not the oracle promised?
Her
community knew her face and body were extraordinary.
I
want to tell you, Leda luxuriated in her loveliness.
No question about it!
She
had prefigured the experience.
She
had always sought a role in history.
Her
vanity, big time,
She
lived in era before Acknowledgment,
She
had no idea, the seven deadly sins.
Then
suddenly the swan returned to his purpose.
He
lowered his neck.
He
ran his head right through her inviting arms
– No
resistance there – and his bill,
After
it kissed her breast,
It
easily reached underneath her hair
All
the way around the back side of her head.
Then
he tugged at her lobe;
He
whispered into the drum of her ear.
His
wings encased both her arms to the shoulders.
Once
he entered her,
When
he released himself,
He
recognized how delightful the feel of his feathers,
His
enchantment invigorated his abandon.
Verily
had he become swan at the very depth of his loins.
Later,
upon her return to the village,
Leda
prostrated herself before the shrine of Eros,
She
thanked Olympus for firing the torch,
And
when she arose, everyone saw her wanton disarray,
Heard
her boast that she had become pregnant.
Her cheeks were so flush. She seemed afire with divinity.
Her cheeks were so flush. She seemed afire with divinity.
She
announced to all and anyone who would listen,
“My
baby's name is Helen!”
*In
a few of my stanzas a reader may hear the voice of
Maria Rainer Rilke. Any such inferences are correct. I have read
Rilke since early adulthood and am very well acquainted with his
poem, LEDA.
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