Black Swan. January 2011

Black Swan.
‘The only person standing in your way is you.’ - Thomas Leroy - Black Swan, 2010.

These bones are aching now. Soul is lifeless - falls in bow,

weighing upon unsteady crowds who applaud the role.

I’m perching staring at myself. I’ve never needed this much help

to summon daemons who say they dwell, bubbling in my soul.

Perfection cracks my spine. As every knot unwinds

it ties into my mind and plays upon my chance.

Question far too long. Am I right, am I wrong?

Where inside me is this swan, does she come through dance?

Praying breaths in spiraling heat, I turn onto more able feet

that have the confidence - they can leap! The shadow takes my heels.

Inside ghosts in their entire take me where I aspire -

set my heart of ice on fire. Through my spine, they peel.

Perfection feathers through with every fluent move.

Out from the mirror comes you:

the swan upon the world.

You’re inside me now. Shimmering blindly down

over my internal frown which rotates with twirls.

Here it comes: the end. The demise of tragic friends

who only learnt to blend in a war of black and white.

Perfection came at last. Internal ensemble cast.

Here I fall from harm into the heeling light.