But-Who Played The Flute? Poem by Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black

First there was silence
And then came the sound.

The Sound of a Flute...

The creatures rejoiced
In the ephereal melody:
Their souls were lost
To an intensive ectasy:
Their bodies reverberated
With the virile rhythms
Of the sound.
The world breathed
in sensuous fragrances.
yet they asked why,

And they died.


First published in the Spring 1970 issue of Beachplums and read at the Guild Hall lilerary program Spring of 1970 along with my poem The Unicorn and the works of the many talented Senior year classmates who contributed to an outstanding magazine.Many of my peers have gone on to live extraordinary lives and I've connected with them on Facebook.