Flute sounds:
The Enchanted Forest
filling this space between
pink walls,
tangled music boughs.
Among the humble
gifts: early sun on a radio
dial, a simple “on”
button that lights up
like a red star.
The flute sounds lift
into birdsong, magic eyes.
The room is awake now.
The shimmering
bird-wing inside was broken;
healing involved a cage
but
free
again, the warbler takes
flight. Courage is partly
quiet rehearsal.
Susan Kelly-DeWitt | Song Contents | Mudlark No. 46 (2012)