Leda’s Children

Flippant in the half-light
with Leda; half swan, half
advert, invasive.
I watched you twitch
and wing towards her circus;
blurry, humming.
Years later, a fifth child;
fished from a darkroom
in a verge of stockings, netted
shoal-like with tumbled meanings.
Friends sip red wine
and stare, old philosophers
gathered to deconstruct
Leda; half swan,
half advert, invasive.