This is one of the rejected poems, due to the fact that it's an extended metaphor rather than multiple metaphors. May be a bit disturbing.
pipesmokingprofessor
You are the egg of a regal swan
Laid with care upon a feather nest
Your mother watching over you
With jealous guardianship
Entrusted to her faithfulness
Not much swayed her eye upon that day
A ripple or a summer breeze
She moved to guard her charge
And from the reeds a hungry hand
Lunged and held its daily bread
Entrenched within a woolen satchel
He brought you to his country home
Where you were prodded poked and pierced
your lifeblood spilled and from you stolen
Sucked dry by old men and little boys
Now you sit upon a kitchen shelf
No natural beauty to attract
You're painted bold and clear
The blue and white of August sky
The red of prostituted pouting lips
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