Month 5:25 “Fanfare for Seven Flutes” 31 October 2011
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FANFARE FOR SEVEN FLUTES [revision #5]
I can see that behind the seven women dressed in black are silver flutes
and curved alto flutes and piccolos lying on a table, waiting for the pause
between Argentinian Dance and Fanfare when each performer changes
her instrument, puts down one, picks up another, circles stage, resumes place.
Those extra flutes are silent flawless icicles, frozen until put to fingertips.
Placed to lips they melt, turn my snowbanks to fuscia, violet, marigold, rose.
and curved alto flutes and piccolos lying on a table, waiting for the pause
between Argentinian Dance and Fanfare when each performer changes
her instrument, puts down one, picks up another, circles stage, resumes place.
Those extra flutes are silent flawless icicles, frozen until put to fingertips.
Placed to lips they melt, turn my snowbanks to fuscia, violet, marigold, rose.
by Therese L. Broderick
NOTES: I wrote this poem after attending a stunning flute concert in honor of Parents Weekend at my daughter’s college. On the day of the concert, October 29th, an untimely storm was covering campus trees with snow and ice. Against the white snow, the vibrant autumn colors of remaining leaves — red, orange, yellow, green — looked so festive that they reminded me of the magical Fanfare piece of music played by the flutists.
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