Flute by Night
Dark sounds
In a minor key.
At night tide
The flute speaks.
Take me to the
Haunted world.
The leap
Shimmer of trills
Waves rising
& swelling.
Sparkling black sand
In a tortured oyster
Pear arising
Luminous- void.
At the entrance
Lingers the flute
Of sorrow in the
Hand of Orpheus.
Diane Dehler
Previously Published by Quill & Parchment, April 2013.
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