Swan Lake

A temporal tale

Alex Godley
The Lark Publication

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Photo by Alexas Fotos from Pexels

A majestic swan paddled past.

Our eyes met as she looked back at me.

I became lost in the depths of her soul, as she did in mine. It was a connection I still cannot explain, like time and space had ceased to exist for that very moment.

I was intrigued by her elegance and grace. And she was curious about my presence by the lake.

“Why don’t you come paddle with me,” she asked.

“I’d like to,” I replied, “but I’m afraid I can’t swim.”

“That’s a shame,” she said, “I’ll come sit with you awhile instead.”

So, she stepped out of the water, shook herself dry, and settled down next to me on the cool, green grass. Her feathers were so smooth and white, they reflected the scintillating rays of the sun, which took occasional glimpses through the clouds as if to make its curiosity known.

The swan and I sat there in silence, watching the clouds change shape as their reflection drifted across the lake’s surface. Other birds stopped by every now and then, some staying a while, before going about their business again.

Dragonflies skipped across the water, sending ripples across the liquid medium like records in time as frogs croaked from somewhere unseen.

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Alex Godley
The Lark Publication

I’m a humble bard who likes to play with words and create new worlds. I also like chocolate. And cake.