Claire Hughes: a poem



Cygnet Your eyes bloomed wide as you looked over the golden trim of the dress circle You drank each note of music and demanded feathers to adorn your skin i want to be a swan you whispered i want to fly, can i fly? your face shone pearl white when i nodded then scowled when it was suggested you could be the prince no, a swan, i have to be a swan so now, each night, you lift yourself onto your toes; insist your freckles are the buds of wings you twist and turn and leap and reach for the pull of the wind soon you will fly

Claire Hughes is a Birmingham-born writer who now lives in Staffordshire. She recently achieved her MA in Creative Writing from Lancaster University and was published in Oxford Brookes' anthology My teeth don't chew on shrapnel.