Magic Flute
by Anna Evans
My daughter is modeling a tune
she has heard, pressing
her fingers into the clay
of the instrument.
With each attempt
she smoothes the brow
of the music
into truer form.
It is years since I thought
I could do this: hold a worldly
pattern in my head
and feather a creature from it.
She almost has it perfect now:
a bird, solid with her breath,
vibrating at her will.
A sparrow,
thin-wining the treetops
in search of an updraft.
Let her charm the hawk,
his hidden smoke
in the sudden dusk.
This week I'm sharing poems from Not a Muse: The Inner Lives of Women, a World Poetry Anthology edited by Kate Rogers and Viki Holmes
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