"Peter, peering from a little farther away into the rushes, saw at once what they were looking at. It was a swan, a magnificent white swan sitting serenely on her nest. The nest itself was a huge pile of reeds and rushes that rose up about two feet above the waterline, and upon the top of all this, the swan was sitting like a great white lady of the lake. Her head was turned toward the boys on the bank, alert and watchful."
A writer of fiction, criticism and song based on the unceded, ancestral and occupied lands of the xʷməθkʷəy̓əm (Musqueam), Səl̓ílwətaʔ (Tsleil-Watuth), Stó:lō and Skwxwú7mesh (Squamish) Nations of the Coast Salish peoples.
Recent publications include 9x11 and other poems like Bird, Nine, x and Eleven (Vancouver: New Star Books, 2018)
ISBN: 9781554201501
Gorgeous. Do you know the Roald Dahl story called "The Swan"?
ReplyDelete"Peter, peering from a little farther away into the rushes, saw at once what they were looking at. It was a swan, a magnificent white swan sitting serenely on her nest. The nest itself was a huge pile of reeds and rushes that rose up about two feet above the waterline, and upon the top of all this, the swan was sitting like a great white lady of the lake. Her head was turned toward the boys on the bank, alert and watchful."
ReplyDeleteThat's the one. I read it when I was about 12 and recently returned to it. I am trying to get my daughter to read it.
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