Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #291
My Lover Played the Flute
by Belinda Roddie
My lover played the flute, all hum and trill,
perched on a stool in the dark living room,
her fingers dancing on each silver hill
and valley, keys clicking as each sweet tune
rose like a whistle on the Irish sea,
a warbling and a bubbling from the foam,
the soft and subtle lilts of melody
that could tell stories and cause hearts to roam,
and harmony caressing both my ears
as I stood in the hallway, listening
to my sweet love, her practice through the years
on full display as she made the notes sing
in the air, in the sky, and in the space,
where I was sure magic was taking place.
by Belinda Roddie
My lover played the flute, all hum and trill,
perched on a stool in the dark living room,
her fingers dancing on each silver hill
and valley, keys clicking as each sweet tune
rose like a whistle on the Irish sea,
a warbling and a bubbling from the foam,
the soft and subtle lilts of melody
that could tell stories and cause hearts to roam,
and harmony caressing both my ears
as I stood in the hallway, listening
to my sweet love, her practice through the years
on full display as she made the notes sing
in the air, in the sky, and in the space,
where I was sure magic was taking place.
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