RUSALKA
g.a. scheinoha
he called her,
this water sprite
half hidden
by reeds
and a bend
in the Turkey River.
Country woman she was
out for an evening’s
bath, unaware
of the great composer
who watched
shocked and intrigued
by the sight.
Little did she
know that
she’d inspire him
to write
one of his
finest chamber
pieces
where the
only faeries
which danced
were the notes
of a flute
driven wind.
