Concrete poem

Frozen Black Swan Is Like An Icicle

but still with a black swan song

Photo by Raamin ka on Unsplash

There’s
a black frozen
swan somewhere in
the depths of an Ontario
ice pond, forlorn but still
with a black swan song
at the base with
feathers
covering
her face
forsworn
to starry
silent nights
her heart
like
an
icicle
for
so
long.