Down in my bones, I feel that this year
has not been our swan song.
Though the waves came higher,
and broken reeds were flung
across an uneven path,
we were dazzled by sun-flecked tides.
With the coming of winter,
something else haunts the landscape:
a swan drenched in mud-scent,
alive with the tang of the river.
Kim M. Russell, 16th December 2020
Rommy ‘s here with her last prompt for 2020 , for which she would like us all to think about how we might finish this sentence, “Down in my bones, I feel _____________”. My poem was inspired by an unusual visitor to our garden. I could only get a blurry photograph as I couldn’t get close enough; it was very big and wouldn’t stop moving!