KVT – A Chris de Burgh Moment on Trang Tien

KVT muses on a Leda and the Swan in Hanoi and an initial misplaced romanticism accorded her burnt orange dress

i’m
xe dapping along trang tien
towards the post office
when a flash of orange
sears
my eye and i
glance left and
SLAM
on the brakes ……..almost fly over the handle bars

i
zig zag
zig
through
blarts and beeps
towards
a lady in a burnt orange
fly away dress
who stares
at me
(only)
from behind a window at number 61
through
-i imagine-
come hither eyes!

this
leda lady in fly away
burnt orange
holding
a white swan at her breast

her icicle origami eyes
stark
as the planes
of her fly
away
burnt orange dress
hither
past my shoulder
to a double jowled gangsta in a black Mercedes ?
or
the reflection
of herself
in his glossy duco?
but
most likely
glower in opaque
fury
at the transgressions of male gods and mortal men
and
i know she
(wearing a dress
dyed in her own
dried
burnt orange
blood)
has good reason to
hate me

THE MYTHOLOGY OF LEDA AND THE SWAN AS DESCRIBED BY OTHER MALES:

Yeats:

Rubens:

Sydney Nolan:

And a swag of others

With apologies to the artist whose excellent work can be viewed at 61 Trang Tien but whose name, and gender, alas, i forgot to get in the heat of the moment

Also apologies to the late American poet E. E.Cummings whose poetry made me love poetry but didn’t improve my skill as a poet