Edith Garcia

(Blackpool, Lancashire, UK)

The Enchanted Forest - Poem by Edith Garcia

The forest looked weird and gloomy,
Beneath the dark sky and eerie moon;
And the trees swayed rhythmically to and fro,
To the flautist's haunting tune.

The flautist sat on the forest's ferny floor,
Like a strange shaped silhouette;
And the notes that he played so melodiously,
Were the sweetest that I've heard yet.

Then a figure emerged from the shadows,
It was a woodland sprite;
And she began to sing and dance to the music,
In her flowing gown of white.

The sprites singing was exquisite,
The sound of the flute divine;
And they blended precisely together,
In perfect harmony and time.

Then the forest was plunged into darkness,
The dismal moon no longer shone;
And there was only the rustling of the trees,
Because the flautist and sprite had gone.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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