by Sharmagne Leland-St. John
Leda remembers the swan
as if it were yesterday.
The way he caressed her thighs
with wings of white plumage.
There was no point reporting it
they would have blamed her,
asked her what she was wearing.
She recalls, prior to the caresses
she was dressed in her favourite toga,
hitched up at the right shoulder
with a silver pin.
The memory of the peck
of his bill lingers still…
After the sculpture "Leda and the Swan" in the Bargello Museum
in Florence, Italy, by Bartolomeo Ammannati.