‘A Black Swan in Tiananmen Square’ by Susan Jarvis Bryant The Society September 6, 2021 Culture, Poetry 28 Comments . What can it mean—this swan of black? What cryptic codes must eggheads crack? What will this ebon-feathered thing Of beauty spring? What will it bring To pass in days with ways off track? Scour the Chinese zodiac. Grill a bibliomaniac. A long-necked portent haunts Beijing; __What can it mean? This woeful world wails on the rack As dullards dance for hack and quack, And puppeteers pull taut each string Attached to marionettes that sing The tune that drew this swan of black— __What can it mean? . . Susan Jarvis Bryant is from Kent, England. She is now an American citizen living on the coastal plains of Texas. Susan has poetry published in the UK webzine, Lighten Up On Line, The Daily Mail, and Openings (anthologies of poems by Open University Poets). 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Reply Yael September 6, 2021 Nice! This brings pure joy to the Turtletown bard service, thank you very much. I particularly enjoy “And puppeteers pull taut each string Attached to marionettes that sing The tune that drew this swan of black—” that’s dynamite Susan. It reminds me of Hebrews 11:3; how “things which are seen were not made of things which do appear.” Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant September 7, 2021 Yael, I’m over the moon to have brought pure joy to the Turtletown bard service… what a news story… I simply couldn’t turn my back on that one. Thank you very much for your wonderful comment! Reply David Watt September 7, 2021 Susan, your poem entertainingly highlights the fact that at least one black swan event has occurred in China. Although it is well known that black swans (Cygnus atratus) are native to Australia, it is less well known that New Zealand had a much larger species (Cygnus sumnerensis) prior to European settlement. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant September 7, 2021 David, what intriguing golden nuggets of information – thank you! I haven’t seen swans of any colour here in Texas. I used to see white ones regularly and simply adored the black ones at Chartwell, Churchill’s houseback in England. Apparently, Henry VIII ate them as a delicacy at royal banquets. They are now a protected species and there’s a high penalty to pay for killing one. They are definitely not on the Buckingham Palace dinner menu. Reply D.G. Rowe September 7, 2021 Sterling craftmanship. Lovely poetic diction, not an iota of bland descriptive language. We live in foreboding times, indeed we do. Cheers very much. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant September 7, 2021 Thank you very much Mr. Rowe. We do, indeed, live in foreboding times. Let’s hope the appearance of that black swan doesn’t make matters worse. Reply jd September 7, 2021 Beautiful poem, Susan. Thank you. You are quite amazingly prolific and in a very good way. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant September 7, 2021 jd, thank you for your kind words of encouragement. They mean a lot! Reply Brian Yapko September 7, 2021 Susan, what a terrific rondeau! I love how you can see the symbolism in an (ostensibly) random event and mine it for its metaphorical importance. You did that to great effect with your poem On the Collapse of Darwin’s Arch and you do that here to equally great effect. The choice of the rondeau form seems brilliant to me. You’re taking an inherently mannered situation — the interpretation of this portent – -and giving it your own mannered (albeit somewhat irreverent) choreography, as it were. The last stanza really brings it home with some fun alliteration and internal rhyme which bely the horror of the puppeteers pulling the strings of those who would kow-tow to China’s communist overlords — those who willingly sing the tune that has drawn this swan of woe. That’s one of the joys of your poetry — the ironic contrast between the perky manner in which you describe the most awful things. It’s very Swiftian in a way. Very thoughtful, very well done indeed! Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant September 7, 2021 Brian, I am most grateful for your wonderful, dare I say it, poetic comment… I love the term “…mine it for its metaphorical importance” for its alliterative joy and engaging image. I particularly appreciate your views as I know you have tackled and come to respect the rondeau. I find its a perfect form to get a point across without being overbearing, although, I will admit it’s a little tricky to contend with… but, I love the challenge. The term “Swiftian” has me glowing. I am delighted you enjoyed it! Thank you! Reply Mike Bryant September 7, 2021 Black Swans matter… Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant September 7, 2021 Too true they do! One should never ignore a black swan. Reply Sally Cook September 7, 2021 Dear Susan — Interesting topic with possible dire consequences, succinctly expressed, per usual. By way of a birthday present, here’s my take on the big black bird: Black swan, white cat What a pair of creatures; what If cat and swan , jet tail, black back Can coincide with feathered back, Make both beasts brothers, as they must Be, both made of the same dark dust. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant September 7, 2021 Dearest Sally, I love my unique and beautiful birthday poem – what a wonderful image your words conjure. I see George Lionel wrapped in a downy wing of exquisite beauty purring in delight… heavenly! Thank you for the gift of your friendship and the gift of your poetry. Reply Paul Freeman September 7, 2021 ‘As dullards dance for hack and quack’ nicely sums up everyone’s perspective very poetically. Yes, we do all appear to be up the ‘Swan’ee at present. Thanks for the read. Reply Mike Bryant September 7, 2021 I agree that we’re all up that river, Paul. Some of us are paddling furiously toward the falls, while others are fighting the river’s rush. In the end it might not make much difference, but what kind of world would it be if we could not follow our own stars? Reply C.B. Anderson September 8, 2021 It’s not really a river; it’s a creek, Shit Creek, namely. Susan Jarvis Bryant September 7, 2021 We certainly are up the ‘Swan’ee, Paul – what can one do but shout about it, poetically, of course? Thank you for taking the time to read my rondeau. Reply Damian Robin September 7, 2021 This, Susan, is jolly nice. Though portents and prophecies entice, Their exactness does not suffice … This is the first rondeau I’ve read that I’ve got an ‘in’ to — and so have found others that I’ve read directly after to be comprehensible and not just an artificial affectation. Thanks. ai also did not know ot this suprising incident till reading the enticing poem. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant September 7, 2021 Damian, thank you for your wonderful poetic comment, and it makes me happy to know you enjoyed my rondeau. I’ve quite fallen in love with the form. It’s tough to get a smooth flow of words in such a tight constraint, but that’s why I like it… it challenges me. As I said above, I simply had to address the black swan news… it begged for a poem. Thank you for all you do poetically, Damian. I’m certain your poetry makes a difference. Reply Mike Bryant September 7, 2021 Susan, I found this story at Whatfinger.com. When I pointed you toward this amazing story I had no idea you would put your signature take on it into a poem. I’m glad you did. The rondeau is brilliant. You always amaze. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant September 11, 2021 Thank you, biggest fan. 🙂 Reply Jeff Eardley September 8, 2021 Susan, yet another lesson to we lesser poets. I love “bibliomaniac”…what a great word. I remember seeing black swans gliding on the lake by Leeds Castle, which, as you know, is nowhere near Leeds. I wonder if the black variety taste better? Perhaps another ingredient of that File Gumbo you enjoy so much. A very good piece, thank you. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant September 11, 2021 Jeff, you have taken me all the way back to Leeds Castle in my home county with your comment – thank you! I’ve had many a wonderful trip there, though, I must say, Hever Castle is my favourite. The last time I visited was 2017, and I’m long overdue another visit. As for eating a swan… I fear the Queen will track me down with her sniffer corgis and I’ll be locked in the Tower of London for treason, so I’ll pass on the swan in my file gumbo. LOL Reply kate farrell September 8, 2021 Susan, I read somewhere that the “Black Swan” is meant to suggest that what we don’t know may be more important than what we do know. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant September 11, 2021 I’ll go with that, Kate… although, I have a feeling that what we don’t know is far scarier than what we do know… in which case, I’ll cling on to blissful ignorance for a little longer. Thank you for dropping by. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.