SONG OF THE REED

Waving
Trembling virgin
Winding up
Her wonder
Melting through the air

Wondrous reddish hair
Solitary wig
Standing in despair
Lonely
To be fair

Drying strings of fear
Against atmosphere
Ready to be plucked
From marshes of woe
To the land of love

The wind blows his oboe
Sounding in her womb
Waiting till she blooms
Sound in wind
And limb...

© Mihaela Chitac, 2014