Write a poem about magic. Magic as something real, magic as something imagined, magic in a fictional setting, magic in an urban situation, it can be about how children perceive the world as magic, or possibly magic, anything really. The word magic need not be mentioned, but it can be.
A bit of trouble starting this morning, but here we all are. Good luck to you today. I never got to meet any of you, been a busy few days, but I’m hoping to rectify that as we move along and try to keep each others spirits up.
You ask me if my magic can save you
And I have to tell you no
Magic is only for those who believe
In the power of we
I cannot conjure something that you will not take to heart
Wrap your soul around
And believe can change the world
It’s not make believe
Enchant you? I cannot open prisons
Magic is not the key
You have the power to do that, not me.
If you do not believe, how can I fool you?
Magic is in your sinews and synapses
If you let it wrap itself in the pulses
Impulses brought to bear
Through powers hidden under layers
Delve deep into the mysteries
Buried in your frightened mind
And you will find that magic
Is only for the brave who believe
Nice! A lot to think on here.
Great prompt…posted poem 2
MAGIC: AN ACROSTIC
Mysteries surround our lives; a twinkle, a glimpse
of something new.
Apart from the way we are taught to see; a fairy’s
fire – not real, but true.
Glittering glamours that can’t be explained; where
logic will not dare to tread.
Intrinsic knowledge of powers beyond lie in our
souls, not in our heads.
Come into the light, come into the fold, and be one
with the magic of days of old.
Mother’s magic
That was the day when I was away
Free I felt, out of bound of parents
As I spread my wings wide to fly
Only to find myself in hands of devourers
Life was very beautiful in my eyes
Until I submitted myself to wolves
Who never even realize what they do
Because a girl is only a thing to use.
Polluted became my impressions
As they touched me without my intentions
Dirty became my feel every moment I dip in that mire
Only to find myself amidst their gripe.
Shock struck I lay there
Wailing in pain unexplainable
Only because their hunger was to be satisfied
No matter even if the girl died.
That was the time I found my love
Who heard all these without a question
Standing by my side with his hand on my shoulder
Saying my magical presence is always here.
I would have forgotten the goodness forever
Had he not come to my rescue
Lending me the shoulder I always needed
On which I could put my head and forget.
Thunder and lightning clash swords up there
As healing waters flood from jars onto the grounds below
Dry and arid as the living souls
Watch the children dancing and babies whispering
This can only be magic and a beautiful one at that