top of page

Leda and the Swan
​
I really want to get it on
in different ways. My husband bores
me – look at that enormous swan
Oh! bless my wringing underdrawers!
Tyndareos is king, it’s true,
but when he comes to claim his right
he does as peasant men might do,
a chore: in, out and then goodnight.
But this! a feathered god! a beast!
with thrusting neck and muscled breast
has burst into my room and greased
my loins with fire. O welcome guest!
Whatever will the gossips say?
Their wicked tongues will paint me loose
and twisted. Well, my woodland lay,
I’ll tell them all that you were Zeus.
bottom of page