Category Archives: magic

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Camelot

I am blindfolded on a plank.
My hands crisscrossed. A sword in each.
The sky drizzles sorrow around me.

I need to take my blindfold off.
I must break free from this bondage.
A knight in full armour arrives.
Together we escape.

We drink from the cup of life.
My life is blessed. As I move down
the path of life, I walk alongside
my knight. We protect each other.

A chariot rolls by. We nod and smile.
A white rose is tossed from the driver
and lands at my feet.

As I bend to pick up the flower
a wizard appears holding a jewelled
chalice in his hands. Stars burst
from the cup. Dragons flame forth.
Crows and fairies fly forward, upward
to the clouds. I stand in awe and
bow to the truth.

A rider on a beautiful white horse
approaches with an offering. My knight
allows him to pass and I accept the
offering. Streams of water flow from
an emerald cup.

My bonds have been broken. I am
protected by all who have come before
me, and all who are to follow.

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Will-o-the-wisps

Will-o-the-Wisp

(photo credit: elderscrolls.wikia.com)

The outline of memories hover along the periphery of the flames
like an image on the eyes after looking at the sun.

Will-o-the-wisps chase each other in circles,
dream sparks rising high in the night sky.

A little girl in her tree house eats fresh strawberries sweet and plump.
Lips and fingers stained red mark the pages of her book
as she reads perched amongst swaying aspens.

A coyote howls. A quick staccato yip, yip, yip
is followed by a long, drawn out oooo-eeee.
From far across the field another answers.

The little girl wavers then disappears.

A series of pops and sizzles from logs in the fire
insist on attention.

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Silence and Stillness

I sit outside
on a weather worn park bench
beneath a fragrant cherry tree.
Deep pink blossoms
punch a bright statement
of their presence
to the surrounding burgeoning
trees and shrubs.

With legs outstretched
on fresh green spring grass,
arms crossed below my chest,
I tilt my head toward the sun
and close my eyes.

Silence.

A cool breeze blows my hair
across my face and drops
cherry blossom kisses upon me.
Stillness follows styling
my hair abruptly in a abstract
modern art form,
casually dishevelled.

Stillness and silence;
agents sent to calm my occupied
mind, a prisoner of my own
thoughts, captive of racing
ideas and procrastination –
no focus;
Peacekeepers sent to mediate
warring factions of my
right and left brain.
Yellow sticky-note lists
battle for priority against
stacks of paper clutter and
baskets of laundry.

Birdsong can be heard.
Laughter of children, squealing
as they chase and dodge each
other. The clink of a dog
collar as it passes near.

I drift on a cherry blossom
into words of an unknown future.
I drift on the breeze like a
prayer rising to heaven,
a petition piggy-backing the
promise of spring bursting
with color and fragrance from
a dormant winter.
I drift…

And when I return,
silence and stillness remain
continuing their mediation.
My world has not changed
but my heart feels lighter
as I shake cherry blossom
petals from my hair.

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Pillow Fight

pillow-feathers

Photo credit: internet

Angels had a pillow fight
last night
when their Lord wasn’t looking.

Pure snow white feathers
descended to earth
filling the eyes of all
who saw them
with joy.

Smiles of the onlookers
illuminated the night sky
as the downy wafers
danced and twirled
with gravity’s
gentle pull.

Rueful angels peered
over the edges of clouds
wondering how to collect
the divine contents
of their
empty pillow cases.

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Treasure Keeper

dragon

A dragon emerges from
smoky grey and black
clouds.
Ancient symbols
spin around his head.
Razor sharp, spiky teeth
and scaly back, glisten
like carefully crafted
obsidian spears.

The maiden is not afraid.
Her long hair is loosely
gathered.
A single braid is pulled
to one side. Heavy silk
layers of soft mauve
seem to disappear and appear
again as smoke swirls about
the cavern.

Restlessly, the dragon
circles the space.
The maiden remains still.
She dreamt of this
majestic beast.
She saw his ferocious eyes
sensitive to the slightest
movement.
She saw his bravery
and his compassion.

When the dragon stops pacing
their eyes meet,
their hearts lock.
The maiden steps toward
the flaming roar,
her trust protecting her
from the raging fire.
As her small hand touches
the chest of the beast,
a single drop of blood
is drawn from her delicate
finger. With a swift turn
of his head the dragon
catches the drip on the tip
of his tongue.
Their fate is sealed.
Her treasure
will be forever protected.

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Crescent Wrench Plumber

Cartoon characters
drawn in earth tone shades
come alive as I slowly
flip through the pages.

Smirking horsehead saw
with rusty nail legs
gives a toothy grin
as penguin faucets
wearing bright red high tops
run by.

A crow bar beagle
looks puzzled,
not sure what is going on
he walks away
following his enlarged
wooden handle nose.

A red rake
in businessman attire,
furrows his eyebrows
above a deep frown
as only one green leaf
is caught in his tines.

His neighbor,
wearing a dirt brown
suit of his own,
covers his face with a spigot
laughing in spite of himself.

A crescent wrench plumber
shrugs,
hands in pockets
of his bib overalls
he carries on
as if nothing unusual
is happening at all.

Rugby player nut cracker
dives to catch a ball
with a snap
of his claw-like hands;
wobbly Spanish
nut and bolt girl, in her
grey dress with white polka dots
balances precariously on
spiky white heels;
new age corkscrew guy
with black curly beard and
jutting forehead hair, tattoo
on his arm adding to his hip
attitude;

Crescent wrench plumber
ignores them all,
nothing unusual
in his ordinary day.