Little Fugue in G Minor for Flute Tina Quinn Durham

Little Fugue in G Minor for Flute, by J.S. Bach

Tina Quinn Durham First Place, Poetry Creative Writing Celebration Contest

I fling the wind into a silver hole and tease it eighteen inches under calf-gut rings. I say the incantations with my teeth, cue the air until it writhes and sings. I free it with my fingers, cut it short with diaphragm and tongue, and give it voice to tremble under metal and my heart. I suck the sound inside myself - send noise of every breath and rattle mortal man has stored on wood - I slap it into life and shape its music with my hand. The men who scored wind’s passage, black on white, are resurrected in that mutilated breath. I break the air in sections, shatter death.