Seven swans flying
a silent glide across the grey
the sky a still pool
I was on the bus going from the airport into central Dublin and I saw the unusual sight of seven swans flying. So powerful yet effortless they drove through the sky. It made me think of the Children of Lir, enchanted by their adopted mother, cursed to spend nine hundred years as swans. When their curse was lifted and they became human again, no one they knew was still alive, the world had changed. Such a sad tale.
In the evening I heard this song live. I felt introspective and reflective. I was listening to this album around the time my mum died.
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