Slow steps. Don’t run away.


The night unfolds like the wings of a black swan

The feathers cascade down the side of its body, like a velvet curtain

The pale moonlight pours down like acid.

The weary bird lowers it head, oblivious,

To beauty.



By Kim T.

(Inspired to write really short poems these days…)



  1. slpmartin · April 6, 2011

    Very vivid imagery within these lines.

  2. swanrose · April 6, 2011

    ok so the picture of the Black Swan caught my attention 🙂 My blog is BlackSwanPoetry. 🙂 But I do really like this. very nice and not everything has to be long to be good.

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